
call me weed,
say nay, you’re not wanted,
still I’ll rise Continue reading →

call me weed,
say nay, you’re not wanted,
still I’ll rise Continue reading

how I miss spring’s
dazzle and swirling petals
of lilacs and pears;
this wet July brings to mind
those cool, delicious days
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trembling pink stars
cause me to pause,
thankful
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Weekends, my dad plowed
through paperwork, pruned trees,
tinkered with the mower, fixed
bicycles, toasters, skinned knees.
I never thanked him. Continue reading

gratitude for gathering,
the simplest blessings
are the most precious
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a day for mothers,
pear blooms scented by lilacs
dapple the sunshine
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wind in the birches,
a morning of dappled light
along the river
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trembling
cherry petals in sunshine,
my mother’s warmth
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hidden underfoot
in winter’s withered debris,
one perfect bloom
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