Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Her Joy

Her joy will eventually  emerge
like a single blade of grass slicing
through slowly melting snow.

Winter’s frost patterns adorn  memories
of fond summers and soft falls
but her joy is starting to emerge.

Like velvet pussy willows bravely standing
in a pool of spring sunshine,
back to the wind, she emerges.

Strong, serene, one with the world,
at peace within her skin,
she emerges. Her joy emerges.

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4 thoughts on “Her Joy

  1. Daisy Gilman on said:


  2. Motti Petzoldt on said:

    If not in your write mind…. certainly in the right mind and mood…
    I will join you there, thanks Motti

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