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Hopeful

by Susan Blake, 2026

Blinding white snow mounds Harding, as does my soul.

Awaiting for peace.
Like the snowflakes, peace swirls around us to come to rest on the hopefuls.

A Moment

Hearing the birds singing.
Seeing the deer roaming

The moment the birds stop their songs and the deer pause, I too reflect on the beauty that surrounds us.