The warmest of oranges
Disappears into the deepest,
Darkest of Blues –
Perfect backdrop
For a display of
Silhouetted trees-
Their true colors
Temporarily invisible
Yet, they stand tall
As details of their searching
Rewards from their reaching
Are etched into this brief
Window of time-
A reminder that each day
Will come to an end
But on the best of days,
A lingering gratitude
Like glowing coals
From a dying campfire
Holds enough affection
To warm my hands
Leave me with rosy cheeks
All the while, melting my heart
Piano Girl 
A lingering gratitude, like glowing coals…Kelley, truly, I could quote and repeat every line. I FEEL and SEE your words. Sending love and prayers, always, my friend. 💚
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Thank you, Karla. ❤️ Love and prayers to you, my friend.
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You’re welcome. Thank you, too. 🥰❤️
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beautiful, Kelley; I’m glad I visited: that ‘lingering gratitude like glowing coals ‘… that metaphor that warms your hands …. ‘ it doesn’t get much better than that. Respect ,
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Thank you, John. Always glad when you visit. ☺️
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