Here, Now, This

Small boy and his puppy

splash through puddles.

Pink climbing rose

glistens with rain drops.

Gray days don’t  have to be dreary.

It’s our minds that make them so.


This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Here, Now, This

  1. Such a great reminder, Joan. “The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way… As a man is, so he sees.” William Blake

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