Rain after days of sunshine.
Sunshine after days of rain.
The chance to move after sitting,
and the chance to curl up and not move.
Mist rising as the frost melts.
Leftovers.
The bitey puppy and the tottery old dog.
Not knowing how much time you have,
but knowing it is always limited.
Internet friends.
Neighbors.
The mandolin, which I play badly
and often. Hormone pills,
which mostly mute the hot flashes.
Wool socks. Rain boots.
All of the mixed blessings,
which is the only kind of blessing there is.
--Lynn Ungar Nov 2022
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