
Yet another corner
I turn,
passing the past
reflected in puddles,
still water
with changing images;
I adjust my position
to choose what I frame in them.


Poet. Writer. Photographer.

Yet another corner
I turn,
passing the past
reflected in puddles,
still water
with changing images;
I adjust my position
to choose what I frame in them.


The road may be hard, bumpy, cracked, broken…

but in that perceived destruction are the pieces

that make up the whole, and beneath and between it all… lies life.

Every morning, the sun rises, the same yet anew,

and uses yesterday’s rain to remind us


that the light and the green will always find a way through

to you.
Words and images ©LauraDenise
It is inevitable
that a sun must set,
must sink
out of view,
bringing darkness,
signaling that a day
is through.

So it is with the things
that come to pass,
regardless of our will
or grasp;
some things simply
get laid to rest.
But just because
a sun, a heart,
sinks doesn’t mean
there will be nothing
able to rise
from the perceived demise,
for life
continues on,
light and hope
will inevitably rise,

for the circle
of goodbyes-for-now
are inexplicably intertwined
with new hesitant hellos
in divine timelines unknown,
unable to be perceived
from such ignorant perspectives,
for we are all but glorious specks
confused in an organized cosmos.
We don’t see the significance
of the setting sun synchronized
with the rising moon,

for The One who created all of this
did so out of love,
making sure the darkness
never completely covers us.
The light is ever-present
even when we are absent.
There is always something rising
as something else sets.
Even if we fail at the time
to see it.
Trust in a loving, larger
picture.
Poem and (unedited) images ©LauraDenise