Poem for Peace

my blue-tipped fingers
stumble across
these black-capped keys

dashing to capture
a sweet moment
of peace taught
to me by the dancing
sunlight glinting across
winter-bare branches
outside my orchid and
crystal-cluttered window

and then I stop
and laugh

how silly to
be dashing
to capture
peace

when all I
need do is

pause

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I’m Tracie Nichols, M.A. I guide edge-walking women through the wild and unpredictable borderlands of deep growth and change. I especially love supporting highly sensitive, intuitive and body-wise women who are creating businesses of their own. I’m a business and life coach, aromatherapist, poet and rebel crone.

You can find me on my website, Instagram and Facebook.

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