Lifting their huge wings and strutting strong bodies,
the geese fly gracefully accross the river.
I would join them if I knew how.
If I could fly
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Four-Petaled Beauty
You were so sweet and lovely, laying gently within the grass.
I noticed your brilliant color right before the dog ate you.
Lake Waters
The soft waves bumped against the old docks
letting the echoes of generations past free
to float with happiness or sink with dark regret.
Things
Walking through a little shop on a spring morning,
these were the things that called to me:
colorful erasers
botanical postcards
a bee house
this book– My Faraway One: Selected Letters of
Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz
mechanical insects
cubes of confetti
Dancing
For a moment, I thought it was snowing,
but realized quickly, it was only
white petals dancing in the fields.
Rising
Tiny crystal balls tell the future
with dreamy mist that rises from the rich earth
and the quiet forest blades,
disappearing into an endless grey sky.
Spring
This season of awakenings,
fills every breath with hope.
Decaying Log
Everything is temporary.
Marbles
The cool, clinking and tinkling
sounds you emitted when touched,
sparked a nostalgic happiness
that filled the afternoon.
Storms
Clearing clouds after storms
wiping webs with wise intentions
sweeping sorrows from marble sills–
I search my reserves for courageous weaponry.
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