Tuesday Poetry

The Space in Between

By Billie Daddario

Sunflowers raise their heads appreciatively toward the sky.

Aspen trees shimmer golden quiver in the warm wind.

The garden full and waiting.

Children feel the pull, not sure if it’s the beginning or the end.

The last days of long after dinner walks and picnics.

Not yet

Not still

The place in between like a breath

Not an inhale,

Not an exhalation,

The space in between.

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