Morning ritual

Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.

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Haiku of the day

Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.

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Paleo

Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.

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Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.