M ellow and glowing with autumnal red
A nd also ochre striped with golden light,
R epainted bedroom with a brand new bed
L eft made up, crisp sheets awaiting night;
O ld layers overlaid with something fresh,
N ew, and sorting out, giving away,
C lear for a different union of flesh
A nd spirit, window to another day;
L ife turns its wheel of change. To think each wall
I nto another color, and to act,
L inking vision, patience, and skill,
O ver old patterns stroking one bold fact,
V ows renewed, dreams dreamed. This glowing room
E ncloses pure potential, like a womb.
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