
when the weight carried
presses me into the ground
I have to let go Continue reading
when the weight carried
presses me into the ground
I have to let go Continue reading
June came late,
after May rains slanted,
and gardens were planted. Continue reading
time to bloom
when the sunshine calls,
let loose
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rain-soaked soil squelches,
toad high-hops, hip-hoppity,
among green shoots
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a few bobs of a daffodil’s head —
my spirits rise with
a spring in each step
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Daffodils break through old leaves
beside the greening grass,
and warming sunshine draws
tiny caterpillars from their eggs. Continue reading
predawn, birdsong
I yearn to have the whole day
but other needs call
few precious moments stolen
to focus on my own words
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half of the petals
are open, but the rest,
have yet to bloom
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so many thoughts
plentiful as lilac petals,
trumpeting ideas
sweet-smelling, unfinished,
blurry and chaotic
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uncurling
toward sunshine,
happiness perches on ferns,
singing
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lily pads cluster
on water sliced by contrails,
new leaves unfurl
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