time to bloom
when the sunshine calls,
let loose
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The scent of spring soil,
wet and loamy,
is the scent of beginnings,
of hope and faith. Continue reading
rain-soaked soil squelches,
toad high-hops, hip-hoppity,
among green shoots
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Any vessel
can hold
light.
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my mother’s birthday
missing her, feeling alone
yellow butterfly
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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ William Butler Yeats
Notes: Thanks to Hanna at Hanna’s Walk for reminding me of this quote.
Even in the clouds,
I see paths
drawing me
toward them.
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Seeing the same four walls
in this endless
pandemic confinement,
but imagining far fields,
wildflowers bobbing,
waterfalls singing, Continue reading
a few bobs of a daffodil’s head —
my spirits rise with
a spring in each step
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Hidden in the shadows,
afraid to move outside our comfort zones,
it’s easy to forget we can fly.
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