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Shining through
In my mother’s garden
Dear little rose buds, you were the only two left
after the deer dined in the early humid haze.
I am tempted to pick you but I take a photo
instead and hope to see you again tomorrow.
The past
Sometimes I want to go back to another time.
Nostalgia wraps it’s warm carress around my thoughts—
and I am tricked into thinking it was all better in the past.
Fill my cup
with coffee, or hot chocolate, tea, or fresh cider—
humility, curiosity and enlightened thoughts of peace—
dragons, or mermaids, or fey fairies with wings…
Bend
Reeds bowing gently in the wind—
you know exactly how to bend
so as not to break into pieces.
Nap
A man (that I love) once told me:
“People who sleep in the middle of the day
aren’t taking life seriously.”
I climbed the loft steps to take an afternoon nap,
and dreamily thought: “He might just be right.”
Remembering this moment: an afternoon with jasmine
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
Antelope Canyon
Sometimes small and gentle things can have a huge impact.
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Blue Brick Composition
I cannot sustain my attention in a math class,
or a hit television show, not on a business lecture,
or a religious sermon, not in a broadway musical
or a classical ballet.
But I could watch the shadows dance along these bricks for hours.
Treasure
A little boy’s toy,
turned into a man’s treasure;
passed onto his young son,
and now put away to
emerge on a bright summer day
in the distant future for another.
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