Blur

 

The blur of something flying past . . .

Wings in the Willow (I think it's a small wren launching off from a pepper tree branch)


The blur of speeding by . . .



The blur of something not quite seen . . . 


Gone in the blink of an eye.

 

The blur of a day, a week, a year . . .


Til stillness in the mind . . . 

 

Finds calming focus in the heart . . . 
And clarity . . .
aligned.

 

 

 

 

Composed in response to the prompt “Blur” and to photos from today and earlier.
 

 

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