48 x 48 inches
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I watch my existence,
there is a storm inside.
bracing as the clouds roll,
hoping again for blue skies.
.
I wonder how the others live,
where the weather is fine.
where winter is one heartbeat,
brevity obscuring all their light.
.
here I sit and wait,
no second can be clipped,
to wither away the dark,
& feel the warmth of being,
come breaking in.
.
this storm is beauty,
her depths & cause.
sheltered in her landscape,
the purity of change.
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time lingers,
these storms rage.
an impending bloom.
a crack of light
is shining through.
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jennifer bingaman 