* Note: Celebrating April 1, we begin a new practice – uploading the napkin itself, rather than just the words. We had some requests and suggestions for that, so overcoming Dena’s propensity to demand perfection from herself, we will do this. Do you like this idea? Vote in the poll on the bottom of the page.
ivy and bare tree branches
singing a bright and cheerful note
After all these days of grey
rose up stretching
awakening senses
Which had been asleep,
it seems, for days and days
Winter morning early
kisses my forehead
and invites me out to play
Remarkably
life went on
ebbing and flowing
interspersed with encounters
of the human kind and not so
as if that singular moment
was but a tiny dot
and not the supernova
I had perceived…
tragedy
illusive
enlightenment
epiphany