Wednesday, February 17, 2016


entanglements resonant
beekeepers bliss
dogwood tumbling down
white boxes stacked in the far corner yard
and promises circle around

snow-melt ascension
earl gray tea
blue jay steals my song
day rolls on in dust motes & dogs
and my! how that south wind blows strong

equanimity polished  
bonfire balm
crocus sprouted today
sandhill cranes sweep fields & river
as seasons collide & play

clouds thin to blue
particles waken
cardinals peek thru the glass
the river runs cold with ice and white birds
and life just tumbles right past  . .  .  

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