The sun long awake
is patient to light my path.
Green leaves bare its trace.
personal
Everything old is new again and other cliches help get me through inevitable transitions…
Gray hair releases
catching my eye with sparkle.
Evening sun still shines.
Does the tunnel lead to freedom or the digging?
Escape plan foolproof
when current concerns let go.
Clear the path ahead.
MKat Reclamations 