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From my garden,
Tender stalks of basil stretch,
To touch reaching arms of ripe rosemary,
Leaving them glittering in promises
Bedecked by s..
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Just to sit,While wind wends away worry,And whispers calm that ruffles my dress,Sprigged with elephant ears, hibiscus.Just to sit,Gift, to gaze at liv..
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...And cracks and chinks and strips of life…
The light is there, cleansing, brightening,
I can still see it,
My eyes open to it.
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have been away still going through this. forgive the rant. prayers are welcomed, thanks so much
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A faery princessPlays marigold arias,To match silken hair.And forest creaturesGather to her graceful hands,Then nap in her skirts.True enchantment, th..
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For our dear nephew, Chris, on re-opening family Adirondack Camp
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We go on becoming what we weren’t, before,Traipsing barefoot over continents of time,Swimming naked in pools of thought,Climbing ropes of destin..
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Attempt at painting thoughts...
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Bonnie was as elemental as the earth itself,A force of Nature,Pure as the rain, the wind, the fire, the sky.Standing strong, she cocooned the people s..
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Australian Aborigine beliefs about the Dreamtime
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