the blue muse

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she didn’t need to stand out

from the crowd

to feel the sun

warming her face

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life is a kaleidoscope

of joy and disappointment

laughter and sorrow

smile and heartache

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but every so often

all the pieces fall together

and all you can see

is the light

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After a long day of waiting and wondering…

it’s a girl!

And we are just thrilled.

And now I’m a grandma.

A new hat to wear.

I think I’ll choose purple.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with joy.

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and the sun has sent me a letter

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sun on my skin

dirt under my nails

bird song and crickets

tree frog and moon

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it was a pretty

full weekend

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food for the soul

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Because it’s May and
the sun is shining
and there are flowers and
April, well, April is over,
and Spring marches on, marches in,
with little puffy clouds and
long swaths of grass
and today everywhere
there is color.

The sky blushes dawn
and the earth giggles green
and together we’ll knit
a new day.

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i bet this flower thinks her dreams can touch the sky

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i bet she’s right, too

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I made it through a six-day migraine and then my dog got sprayed with a skunk.

That pretty much sums it up in one sentence.

But that doesn’t include the whole day spent trying to clean up skunk-smell, because somehow my husband let the dog back in the house without realizing what had happened and the dog ended up on our bed, or the fact that this all happened at 4:30 in the morning, or the fact that the smell made my headache come back, and I’m already way behind on my work… but you get the point. It was a long week. A real week.

Another reminder the Mother Nature always wins.

And sometimes, all you can do is laugh.

The daffodils in this photo spent the winter under a five-foot-high pile of snow. And even so, they will bloom.

And as Ralph Waldo Emerson said in his poem, Hamatreya:

“Earth laughs in flowers.”

And there you have it.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with laughter.

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the cardinal sings songs of spring

and yellow daffodils peek shy heads up

from beneath brown earth’s cold ground

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a pair of romantic bluebirds

drop bits of sky and flakes of ochre

as they consider building a nest

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green grows bold with the tender swagger

of innocent adolescence

holding parties on the lawn that mother cleaned

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wishing you a weekend filled with color

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you may see a blade of grass

but i see spring

dancing

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