the rain
washes
nourishes
embraces
tickles
pummels
traces the edges
ready rivulets
down my cheeks
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Life…
may as well go for it
immerse in the miracle of it
swim in the stuff of it
dive in the thrill of it
float with the flow of it
What a gift!
Wet, wild, wonderful life
(It’s great when it’s sunny, too…)
Grey and wet, dark and drippy
an opportunity for umbrellas
and other implements
Still, in her heart,
she remains “Little Miss Sunshine”
without pretense
or props
Such is the blessing
of grace
Without a nod
to either side
no word spoke
nor encouragement
He chose to listen
to the quiet voice
and stepped out
in his own direction
his own man another day
awake by conscious choice
He fell upon the task at hand
allowed his Spirit full voice
Love is like geraniums —
a profusion of beauty,
color and distinct perfume
yet rather common in it’s willingness
to flourish most
anywhere
“Leaf it to me,” he cried,
with outstretched branches
face aloft, eyes closed
braced for vigorous showers
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Green
rich, palpable, shimmering
deep spring green
everywhere
feeds the eyes
awakens the soul
energizes, heals
A turtle on the road
kind of sloooow — ed
traffic
one car halted
to let her pass
others followed suit
each step honored
elder wisdom
One moment at a time
it was never the same
after that
