Mere

For some reason the word

mere keeps jumping to the 

Forefront of my mind today.

Today, a mere day,

Actually that’s not exactly true,

mere birds singing

A sweet breeze in the trees

Blue skies as the 

Sun shines reflecting the 

Mountains on the glassy water

A warmth to the air not 

Common for Autumn

Clear as far as I can see

From mere me.

 
Hopefully mere is enough

On and away from 

These past months of 

worry And fear.

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