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Tiny white blossoms

litter the ground

beneath my feet.

They were caught in the wind

and blown to

unsuspecting places,

where they bless

the footsteps of

some unthankful man.

(4/10/2010)

And we are

Horsetail clouds whip across the sky.
I have to stop and ask myself
How I'd never noticed such
Things as these before.

As if the essence of a butterfly
Or of a half bloomed flower
Could save my soul.
Oh, please let these feelings
Of glorious beauty grow.

I want to wander barefoot
Through open fields of wildflowers,
Hold up my skirt and
Wade in a creek
To cool my tired feet.

I want to lay with Him in the
Grass and look at the stars,
And to realize that the best
Things in life are free.

And we are
We are
Free

(spring 2009)

Cleansing and Birth

Overcast skies, clouds strolling by
Signs of an approaching cold front
Rain coming to wash and cleanse us--
Drenching the soil.
And we need it.

Flowers bloom, refreshed by the downpour--
They come to life.
And we need it.
To remind us once again
Of the beauty of simply
Being Alive.

(spring 2009)

4/1/2010 - Haiku

Little bumble bee
flies away from the nest and
into the blue sea.

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The flaming leaves of

the Japanese maple tree

tell me old stories.

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His blood is pure red

from his heart to his big feet

full of love for me

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Marriage is true love

only if love is true.

Yes, we are lucky.

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The tiny flower

Yellow against the darkness

A symbol of spring