Quiet Passion

A bruised sky awaits the coming sun.

An egg hides in baby blades of grass.

A child dreams, hand reaching for treasure.

A meadowlark calls for notice through sweetened air.

The Earth takes its deep, slow, silent breath and holds it for a time.

A man lifts on an ocean of memory.

People swaying, like so many blossoms, stretch beyond sight.

A feather floats easily on the current, ascending into morning’s just light.

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About Rebecca Reynolds

Leadership Guru; Systems Thinker; Complex Problem Solver; Facilitative Leader...also LOVE life, dog Wiley, good food, Malbec, forests, oceans, yoga stillness, the boxing bag, ballroom dance, and movies.
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