Equanimity

night sky pricked with stars likelihood that I will see waning crescent moon ~ appear in the celestial dome ~ night sky greyed with clouds likelihood that I will feel cooling summer night Photo by Benjamin Voros courtesy of Unsplash

Facing Myself [puente*]

the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash