She’ll wonder how
Many hairs are grey
If your heartbeat
Feels the same.
Consider the new
Wrinkle by her eye,
And which stress
It was cause by.
Crisp morning air
Will cause her
Red curls to dance,
Would it affect
You, by chance?
First blush will arise
Around her,
Comforts of home:
Ground, she clings to.
Simple house shoes, worn
Her toes content
Ankles exposed.
Behind fawn wool,
A woman’s desire shown.
Frozen concrete steps
She sits upon gracefully
Allows for silence,
Awakening a quiet
Reflective dawn;
Her serenity.
Each timed breath,
Causes movement
Beneath her
Heaving breasts,
Proving control:
A lady’s weakness.
Yet you’re aware,
Her day has begun
And still,
She’ll want, require
The comfort
Of you,
Her Eastern Sun.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A beautiful moment in absorbing the dawn. The line about control intrigued me, in that I wondered if a limit was set to how much the dawn was appreciated. Or maybe I’m reading the wrong thing into your poem.
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There is always a limit, as the day must begin. The luxury of being in the moment as long as I’d like would definitely be an indulgence. Gus, you’ve always been a wonderful and thoughtful reader. Thank you, my friend.
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Love is about not hiding who you are at your core, feeling safe enough to expose the gray hairs on your head and the self doubt in your heart, but still know the Eastern Sun accepts the whole of you. The whole of you because people don’t come in chosen parts. You, of course, said it better.
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Yes, Ma’am.
Naw. I disagree..you always sort my poetry beautifully. Further reaching those I confuse and I’m grateful for you. Hugs!
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Lovely words to accompany this photo, Audrey. She’s definitely not weak! Willing to expose her vulnerability, maybe. But weak? No way!
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I’m settling into be okay with vulnerability. Who I am is who I am. Thank you for reading me, my friend. xx
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Exquisitely written! Just lovely.
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I closed my eyes while sitting outside yesterday morning. The words kept appearing, so I wrote them down. Thank you for appreciating them. xx
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You are so welcome Audrey!
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Couldn’t help feeling about the times sitting on concrete steps in Detroit. Thanks.
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You know what? I like that my little steps make you think of your steps in Detroit. Connected. 🙂
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By the bum
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Giggle…there’s worse things, you know.
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So true. 😀
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♡
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And she is beautiful and loved and desired every second of every day.
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I hope that for every woman, you know. Men, too. Glad this sparked such thoughts, Duke.
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Always! Your writings have a Je Ne C’est Quoi about them that invokes so many emotions and feelings that are both inspiring and comforting : )
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Beautifully written under a prairie sky
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Thank you. Happy to share a picture of home, Mr. Modigliani.
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Of course… the sky and the land is beautiful there.
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We share a love for this land. The sky, most nights.. simple yet majestic. Perfect for the prairie.
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