I love this blog! Every post is written artfully and tenderly. The author is as wonderful, as his words. I can not keep this secret, for we ought to let others know, when we find something good.
Noni among the flowers
Such newfound joy I behold each year
When April’s song bends my ear.
The robins’ whistle by the fence,
The gobble of the turkey thence.
The warblers chatter, the swallows dart
In living, breathing, springing art.
From Earth rises all manner of things,
As if for the deaf April also sings.
First crocuses, Colt’s Foot and shad will bloom,
Then tulips and daffodils vie for room.
Trees, still leafless, seem eager and greener,
As if taking cues from the grass’s demeanor.
The sky looks bluer, the clouds fly higher,
The sun warms our face like the past winter’s fire.
The wind brings with it no freezing strife,
But the essence of growth, the breath of life.
As each day grows longer ‘tween end and start,
So, too, warms and grows hope in the heart.
Slainte,
Paz
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LOVE this blog, Michele. Thank you so much for pointing the way!! Have a blessed day and stay well!! Much love to you! xo
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Oh so lovely, both the words and the images it brings to mind. Spring is coming, even in northern states. And not a minute too soon. This period of rebirth is such a comfort during these terrible times.
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Spring is hope. Thank you friend-and take great care! xo Michele
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Yes. Spring is just beginning to show her lovely face in Maine. Still not fully here, but she is coming.
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Ineffably sublime. 🌷🍃🌼
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I love this blog!!!
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Awww. You know how to spread kindness. Blessings. 🌟✨💫
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thank you for sharing Michele!
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