I love the constant references of writers, evoking the artist memories of the word left behind

A bluebird’s morning,

a runner’s eye turning.

Just in time to see,

perched in the barren tree .

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lilacs give to me your ardor

Passed among the blooms

Sweet smell of heavens loan

Briefly here and gone too soon

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Rocking with my Grandsons and daughter on a blessed spring morning. ❤️

It was a loaf of bread,

a gift of love.

She struggled to say,

it is all I have.

Times were hard,

her family at risk.

She came to dinner,

from a dark abyss.

Picked as a flower

from spring she left.

Stormed in the winds

and soon was adrift.

It was a loaf of bread,

it was all she had.

she asked please

take it; quietly cried.

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A whisper of hope,

spring with beginnings.

Bare through the winter,

hope without endings.

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So proud of my son!

Blue moon and light of night

Coupled together just in sight

As Spring breaks from winter

As the cold still splinters

Heavy the air of fog and ice

seasons change the moon came twice

Silently I sit and listen

to morning signs, and sky still glistens.

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The Dragon Caper

I run in flight

to get out of sight.

As the dragon and me

often flee

to my room all quiet.

He keeps through the night

safely and warm

always from harm

My dragon and me …

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