June 14, 2026

NOCTURNE, B. 49

By EPRobles

A wintry blue jay
sang today
is a beautiful day—
full of life and poetry.

Three dry leaves let go.
The tree stood naked,
ashamed of its own bones.

Yet it still held
one green memory—
once.

Then the sky tore open.
I stopped.

No words left,
only knees in the frost.

Colors arrived
without signature,
without human touch—
only soul.

i wish i knew myself

better so more

:: 03.24.2026 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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