by Diana Randolph,
Wisconsin, USA

Recently retired
a carpet of time and space
rolls out before her
She beams with plans of writing
but hesitates to put pen to paper
or fingertips to keyboard
She teeters at the edge
not taking the plunge
At any moment
she may turn timidly around
retreating from enthusiasm
leaving not a trace
of the stories
that fill her to the brim

Potential surrounds her
like the faint glow
of the northern lights
that could retreat
and fade, leaving not a trace
in the deep indigo-blue sky

Particles in the outer atmosphere
need to be fully charged with energy
before they are able to spill over
and dance in ribbons of green
curtains of bold color

When only the pale, white glow persists
the audience awaits
for a vivid display

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