Fragile: Handle With Affirmation

 Fragile: Handle With Affirmation


As the sun rises through the filigree of trees,

Everything I see seems fragile.

Spider webs flicker in and out.

Fog dissipates.

Even Big Bird, the deer at the feeder, looks cold, sickly, hobbling.

Or maybe I’m just projecting my aches and pains on him.

Spiders, keep spinning. 

Fog, don’t worry; you’ll be back.

Big Bird, eat your fill; you need it.

Me? Stretch that back, old boy.

And think positive: you are resilient. 


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