Embracing Change

I cannot escape these lessons, watching
a home dismantled bittersweet touching
prized possessions of the dead and dying.
Belted kingfisher rattles loud, flying

dockside. His call echoes across the lake.
A flock of geese honk over. Crows awake
to inspect trash cans. Strident sweeps over
my gentle ways. I’m dazed. The changeover

it’s said, if I can stay the course, rewards
by transformation. Feeling as grief chords
play my open heart, tomorrow’s jocund
company will sway, elate. I’ll walk and

talk a different way. Ever a novice
life unfolds when I let go, possess less
and gain freedom only the sovereign
know, soaring above abundance below.

Inspired by: Novice, Escape, Bittersweet and Jocund.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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