watching dark clouds gather

  the poem reached within me

describing a tree’s cognizance

of painful damage of storm and fire

rooted as it was, unable to run away

shuddering now in expectant fear

watching dark clouds gather – thunderstorm?

or fire?                                      

upright joy

music heals her soul, frees her creativity, showers her with joy

so, being without her piano for five months wore into her being

imagine then her excitement awaiting the delivery of her niece’s

loaned upright and exuberance when it arrived to fit against the angled wall

of her new, happy home

Alisa joyous to see Robyn’s piano arriving

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