Full moon
still hides
parts of itself
from view.
Wildflowers
don’t always feel
like opening
up to bloom.
Not all
birdsongs
can be
cheerful tunes.
Stars may not
get to every
wish they accrue.
Some days
the water
vapor is unable
to make itself
cloud-plumes.
Seasons
of the heart
insist a sunny poet
take a respite
in the shade,
but earth shifts
and turns
and always brings
another new day.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
So true. Looking forward to a new day. 😊
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Iittle great Wisdom!
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So very beautiful
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This is powerful and beautiful, Laura. Happy new day and Spring. xoxo🤍💛🤗
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