By Jennifer Brookins

sometimes I face the sun
other times the amber glow of dawn
seeding earth with prayer in the chill of early day
I wrap your essence around my shoulders
to cover a heart no longer mine
you disguise yourself as snow falling on my windowsill
I hear you say
“Daughter, be still and listen to the flutter of dragonfly wings
clouds passing by without shadows
be still and know
who I am

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