To L–

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To L–

How often is it said that life’s a dream
And we the leaf-light drifters in its wake
Who spin by winds on ripples made of “seems,”
The visions Heaven breathes for our soul’s sake:
A world caught in a water-drop we see
That shines for one brief moment like a star
Within this vale of mixed reality;

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Going for a Walk

One of Wallie and my favorite poems.

Dreams from a Pilgrimage

I will see cherry blossoms today
dancing lightly in the April breeze
crenellated puffs of softest pink
jostling, welcoming, anticipating
meetings under the arch-browed branches:

where petals scamper round the feet
of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit
with delight not won, but given
in sweet abandon from the Lord of heaven:

and sweet angel, I will think of you.

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Lady Melodia

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Lady Melodia (200 Words)

“Mom, why are we here?” said Katy.

“Hush, Katy.”

Katy was tired, carsick, and she just knew the hotel they were staying at wouldn’t have Wi-Fi. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, the break-in at their house was unexpected, but this was an extreme response.

“I think it’s stupid,” she said, glaring at the green cliffs rolling by. “And whoever built the roads here needs their head chopped off.”

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Funnel Trouble

blueflowerWallie and I thought we had this blog thing under control until we hit the Daily Post Prompt “Funnel.” On a ten o’ clock morning that feels like 2 above freezing, we decided that, while we have not quite reversed our affection for the cold, we have funnelized it.

To the Winter Cold

My love for you was wide at top
I never thought that it would stop;
It hasn’t stopped, but more refined
Is much more narrow in my mind.

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