Life With Horace

poetry & essays

incidental gifts

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in a season of
surfeit
a visitor lands
on my windshield

a suspended reminder
that beauty is
not perfection’s
birthright

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this time of year I am punch drunk with beauty. the leaves on my windshield reminded me not to make assumptions about where I will see it. a saturday morning shortling.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

One thought on “incidental gifts

  1. Had to look up “surfeit” …good choice of word. Wonderful shortling :-)

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