
a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
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a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
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before March goes,
let’s dawdle, linger and grow,
like the crocus
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translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
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remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
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Cherry trees dream of
nests hidden by blossoms,
the hum of baby bluebirds
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icy rain falls,
sleet pings and taps
but can’t darken
an evergreen heart
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To my daughter,
dazzling as a unicorn,
ten just now,
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What do storms and library books have in common? Continue reading

Sometimes I feel yellow,
or slow, green and dragging
or even a rapid-raging red. Continue reading

a delicious layer
of elusive snow,
a shiver of excitement
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roaring, white water
churns with the golden soil
of my fears
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blurry or sharp,
clues hide in daily chaos,
but I can’t focus
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