puddles

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Walking Circumspectly

Walking thru my day

Avoiding worry puddles

Watching where I walk

Stepping over the pitfalls

Of the fear induced cracks

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As rude comments

Try to dampen your spirit

Pelting down as rain

Let them silently roll off

Be puddles under your feet

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After the fall rain

Bits of joy

Scattered around

Syllable Lune

I love taking pictures of oil slicks in parking lots after a rain. They are always so unique and beautiful.

Walking

In paper shoes

Carefully planning

Each step to avoid ruinous puddles

Of life

Cinquain

Cold air pushed out

Melting snow turns to puddles

Fall tells Winter “Leave!”

Issues a reminder notice

“Winter begins December 21st”

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