Filtered Expectations poetry The filtered sunlight shines on bare ground, lighting and warming where there’s nothing to feed, merely a dry expanse of dirt, covered with unraked leaves. Yet still, the sunlight shines, lighting and warming over my filtered expectations. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...