The Optimist

Flowers toward the edge of day:
how she views her life, her way.

Horizons brimmed with pastel light
gracing morning, noon, and night.

Spring, regardless, through the year.
Winter never drawing near.

Mountains small and running smooth,
unable to contain her truth.

Potentials blooming endlessly:
her future, far as she can see.

The Optimist © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 6, 2019