Friday, March 14, 2025

Light Poetic Bloomings

 City Lights

 

My husband and I

used to drive  

from Wheatland,

a small town in Wyoming

to Cheyenne

where my husband’s family lives.

 

After about an hour of darkness,

we’d start seeing the lights of Cheyenne.

It felt welcoming, even hopeful.

Leaving the barren land in the night,

we’d soon be greeted by warm smiles.

 

When I see the stars

in the pitch-black sky,

I think of Heaven.

Welcoming light

Warm smiles

Hopeful.

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