Canopy in the Morning
The still cool air gently brushes
over the face searching for the sun;
Raspberry
the crunchy spiced munch
pops with the sweet berryness
Small
fresh paint
on history
Dance
Fairies in pink satin
dance along the breeze;
while we mere mortals
see blossoms that please
Little Sunrays
dandelion’s bright sun rays
Hello Spring
Greet the sun:
Hello, Spring!
The Kitten
She sees the birds with focused eyes;
Still in this time her prey she spies,
Blue
Looking down
I saw looking up
the sky so brilliant
in the five petals
of the forget-me-not
Connected
The lost remembered
as we, like water, flow on:
connected spirits.
Hardanger
count four
up and through
repeat until 5;
22 count fabric
held gently flat;
What?
What?
Quince
Rich red blossoms
of April bud on
a once ancient plant
Hunt
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Motel
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Garden
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Falling
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