Golden Beams

Golden beams of light reach
Through dark, bare trees.
A calm in the air calls for me,
Blooming with sweet possibility,
Tempting me with what might be.
In my awkward gait, I shuffle my feet,
Following the twisting path where it leads
And picking up along the way
Everything I may need.

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