A hint of cool peppermint
One wispy streak of fragile salmon pink
Lingering still, the far-off horizon
A skipped heartbeat
Awaiting the stars, the moon’s sweet embrace
Content resting in the moment
No wishing for a shooting star
No anticipation of what’s to come
Comfortable forgetting all that has passed
Even the wind holds its breath
Till it all fully touches us—
That momentary magic—
Being alive
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
I love the sense of capturing a single instant that this poem evokes. It is like a frozen photograph and yet it still has an aliveness. Thanks!
Nice evocation of the sparse beauty of what I guess I’d think of now as a classical November. (Before the seasons in my area started getting mixed up…)
Nice photos from ‘PlayActsPerf’, etc. Thanks!
Very SWEET 😉
I THINK I have a picture of that 🙂
I see it, smell it, hear it, taste it, feel it, and know it.
Thanks!