Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Blossoming

tiny, perfect buds
warm whispering breeze
smell of rain just beginning
chirping, happy birdies
rosy-cheeked smiles
blossoming cherry trees
blooming daffodils
oaks draped in moss
nibbling baby deer
puppies and lambs
and bundled infants
giggling little ones

sweet whispers of new life
inhaling
every taste and smell
hearing and touching and seeing
and seeing
and seeing
all of it outside
all of it inside

spilling over
and over
and over
with all the loveliness

1 comment :

  1. You are a magical creature, bringing all of us the magic that is right in front of us. Thank you for you.

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