Letting Go

I was blessed on this morning, as I became lost in the beauty of the view given me by The Creator.

I first discerned as Spanish Moss hang and streamers swayed with ease by the direction of the winds.

A once barren oak, has now taken on new life.

And just feet away, the stillness of the water resognates the calmness that I desire.

In the distance, a vessel passes and the water changes.

I breathe in and wait patiently for the return to calm…

A light breeze through the open window awakens and refreshes the skin and all is well with my soul.

Vetta 🦋

Vetta’s Gifts: A Collection of Poems by Keeser Coley

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