
hope is scented like
green tomatoes on the vine,
bitter and earthy
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hope is scented like
green tomatoes on the vine,
bitter and earthy
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this green world
teems with bees, toads, and slugs,
we’re never alone
even silence seems happy
when a swallowtail visits
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams fade
Life is a silent symphony
That cannot be played.
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Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading

June came late,
after May rains slanted,
and gardens were planted. Continue reading

On the edge of a knife,
words sustain my life,
address
my stress
and lessen household strife.
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Any vessel
can hold
light.
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Even in the clouds,
I see paths
drawing me
toward them.
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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