

The scent of spring soil,
wet and loamy,
is the scent of beginnings,
of hope and faith. Continue reading


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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“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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Each day I’m drawn in
turtle-tight.
I mourn the old way
I shopped, the old way
I chatted with co-workers,
gossiped as Yelena cut my hair,
or watched my children walk,
with heavy schoolbooks. Continue reading

Daffodils break through old leaves
beside the greening grass,
and warming sunshine draws
tiny caterpillars from their eggs. Continue reading