Morning sun points to
the lingering image of
the night perched on
the snowy branch,
coxing, change,
change. The ancient
boulder shuts her eyes.
Not every change is
worthwhile; change for
the change’s sake entertains
devil. I’d go for a walk,
watch the wind swallow
the intrusive one,
let the golden beam
lifts the frost within.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
I was once told not to apply for a rather senior Social Services post. I asked why. The reply was “you are not in the forefront of change”. “Someone’s got to do the nurturing”, was my response. Six months later I gave in my notice and went freelance.
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👍💕😊 Thank you for sharing it, derrick. That opens my eye too.
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