red books hiding in a hand painted pot
old lanterns resting in a crumbling bird bath
pink columbine shaking in a summer storm
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Walking
Right Now
ferns quietly unfurling,
fallen petals and tiny sleeping fawns,
shadows on rocks and on thoughts
Weeds and Flowers
one person’s weeds,
are another person’s flowers
Rusty
she is rusty, worn, tired—
and still,
beautiful
Lately
tulips and roses and hot pink carnations,
books and puzzles and jars of fig honey,
gnomes and unicorns and blue lava lamps
Joy
joy can be found in unexpected places
Morning Fog
the sun rose, wrapped tightly within the silence of the morning fog
Unlearning
“My focus, as I get older—is unlearning.”
A line from a recent conversation from my dear, wise friend.
Mended
what is broken, may be mended
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