The Warmth Within

Today lies in a heap of glory.
Thrown off like a golden gown.
You see, I went to Macy’s
and bought a robin’s egg blue
robe on sale.

The sun bounced off my silver hair
as my son took a picture of me
there in our front yard.

Most of my pictures are not good
but these were mellow and the
warmth without was a mirror
of the warmth within.

One good day equals ten long
years of brokenness and
I mean that in every sense of
the word.

Someone said Mary Oliver’s name
and I felt a bit like her, looking at
my own bit of earth,
moving around it cautiously and
feeling the squish, squish of
the soft winter ground.

Vicki Woodyard

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