Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Wabi-Sabi Day

I find an old friend at the back of my closet.
The fabric is soft from many washings.
A little roomy but so forgiving.

The color is mottled like the twilight sky.

In the worn jeans, I walk beside the Blue River.
Colors are muted.
I'm quiet, too.

My thoughts reflect back to me.

The river dances and sings its song.

As in life, I cross bridges when I come to them.
I see both sides of the issue.

Changing constantly, yet steadfast.
The water sweeps by as I watch the flow.
I'm part of the ongoing stream.

The jeans, the river, and Barb, definitely wabi-sabi, though perhaps not quite in fashion.
We are old friends - one good thing.

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