Trees sway
Ever so slightly
Against a wintry
Sun-setting sky
Outside my window.
Naked branches
Tickling the blue and orangey-pink.
A gentle warm sadness
Touches my mouth and heart
For no discernible reason.
An ineffable sense of wellbeing
Suffuses my core
And seems to fill the space
Where I sit writing.
Soft, kind, mother-like.
"It's all OK, you know"
she says.
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