The fragrance of sun on pine, resinous, warm, welcoming;  the riverbank talks in the murmurs of spring;  a path to follow soft underfoot, lightening with each step and eyes resting on watercolor hues of lavender and yellow and spring green– you let go, immerse, accept.

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Conflicted

The morning breeze
first one way then
another

felt lightly upon
new leaves
upturned

How I ask
am I to feel
as suffers all

in life
assailed

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Healing Sounds

Rain falls gently into
the soul of the earth
sound washing over
cleansing

Clouds gathering and
releasing to the
waters of March
flowing

Allow me to hear a
sound so sweet
in waves it comes
welcome

A small pool as
birds refresh
All that, is left
here

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A Vision

What is seen
returns the favor
entering consciousness
easily

A flowers beauty
arrives unbidden
as though well
known

And all the while
you thought it was
you doing the
seeing

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The Beauty of Spring

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