🪷 Unglittering Day

poem from a low-energy day

Tree leaves shimmer in the sun;
in the breeze they’re glittering gems.
I am window-watching them,
curled on the couch
like a leaf on the ground,
no energy left.
And so I rest—
another day, I may
shimmer in the sun.

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some of the trees I was looking at…I would have taken a picture through the window, but my windows are too dirty…