I see you
I see you
amongst the falling brown
making your way.
I have been
desolate in damp mist
and there you are
filling me
with possibility
and lighter step,
raising my
eyes from the muddy ground
into your sight.
How grateful
I am that you are here
this dark morning.
poem by Diana Rosser
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