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Sunday, April 9, 2017

sharing Spring

a Gander, mama and two goslings
stop by to visit in the mornings now,
two fortnights passing

i will hang sugar water rest stops
for the avian scurrying hummingbirds
to siphon out like fuel until next stop

at dusk, the sun waves, ‘nighty-night’,
with its crimson fingers to lie down
and rest its diurnal warm attire

then come twinkling those gleeful
diamonds of the night sky to dance
around the watchful smiling moon

the wafts of blooming buds fill the air
as the wind gently tickles them to rise
and gather onto the hem of Spring’s dress

i’m grateful for how many of these mornings 
i have witnessed that so many have not had the
privilege, so with our transcendent souls,
i share all this