Storms might be coming

but for now, sun and puffy

white clouds fill the sky.

Bees and butterflies flit from

flower to flower,

deer graze, squirrels scamper, crows

bicker, and I watch and rest.

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When I looked at that

fallen tree in our pristine

pond, I saw only

unwelcome debris, but when

those ducks looked, they saw

a welcoming shelter for

them and their duckling babies.

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Sitting in silence

caressing that tree’s rough bark,

I felt as if it

were telling me to stop my

nervous picking, to

let my own rough places be,

that they’re just a part of me.

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“Look, Gaba,” she said,

“our first butterfly this year.

I hope she finds things

to her liking and lingers

long enough to bring

more cheer.” Then seeing her light

on a purple bloom,

she smiled, saying, “She’s found

a way to dispel the gloom.”

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“How do you like it?”

she asked, referring to her

head shaved nearly bare.

Shuffling through my

Good Granny Guide, I replied,

“It is so cool, it’s

practically air-conditioned.”

She grinned. “You’re warm, but not hot.”

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Sun-ignited green –

Spring erupts in a glowing

shower of color,

engulfing the landscape in

 longed for bright blossoms of light.

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Pen at the ready,

I righted myself after

a hesitant start.

I didn’t close heart’s door or

turn away. I let

whatever came have its say

and writing rewrote me.

                                                                        JDG