Fork it!
That’s what I say…
Fork it
and eat it up
with great relish!
Life ‘tis
for full ingesting
so, feel that fullness in your gut
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Down home humor
fills my gut
With the sweet ache
of so much laughter
That all “ails” me
is healed with glee
May blooms
as a bridge
Between winter’s grey
and summer’s crowning
May this May
bloom in your Spirit…
Without the slightest hesitation
a smile swept across her being
As her heart empathized
with Love’s energy
I am
sunlight dancing on leaves
sweet aroma of Spirit
the Word alive
You are
soft mist curling on still pond
crisp watermelon scent of cut grass
murmured whisper
We are
rainbow bridge in constant motion
earthy smell of fresh loam
spoken intentionally
And up came the odd plant
and hundreds of sproutlings
in Spring after the rains
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They planned and prepared
and planted seeds of choice
Drawing patterns of beauty
which made sense to them
and after Spring’s drizzles
and energetic doustings
Plants bearing promises
of sustenance and inspiration
burst forth to grow from fertile ground
