the ache for beauty
whence comes
spring to rescue us all?
so begins the end—
hosta spears peek
through the debris
of winter’s last gasp
Wordless Wednesday
comes a moment
the end of February
I’m thinking of cicadas
do they wait for me?
i wish it were not so
there is no hurt
like the pain
a family can inflict
it must be innate
puppy pulls on his leash
how does he know
I’ll follow him anywhere?
the wide, wide universe
orca, eider, penguin
88 keys on a piano
millions upon millions
of us, all on one small dot
Wordless Wednesday
Silent Sunday
from my archives…
Poppies underfoot. Photo taken at the National WWI Museum in Kansas City. A superb collection, not to be missed. If you have the opportunity, please check it out.
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