the blue muse

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A moment of peace in another crazy busy week.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with flowers, and sunshine.

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blue sky at dawn, blue sky all day long

a gift, to be outside, tiny bits of green
peeking out from beneath old piles of snow

one day of spring slipped in between the pages
of winter’s day book

one day that might be enough to get me through

today’s blizzard

memories of
that sky, blue
that bird, singing
that light, bringing

me home

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That’s going to be my goal for the week…. how about you?

sing to me of spring
and i will dance
in the corner
of my heart
with a smile and a promise
and sweet whispers
of tomorrow

It may be snowing outside, but March arrived with promises of spring. A slight shift in sunshine, days that last just a few moments longer, seed catalogs piling up on the coffee table.

Promises, promises, we’ll see where they lead.

Change sidles by in tiny increments, plans demand to be made. I dream of flowers and green, sunshine and bare feet, birdsong filtering through open windows.

Not yet. No, not yet, but one page turn of the calendar closer, and today, that is enough.

We had a lovely weekend with family, plans blooming there for a wedding.

Everywhere, hope grows.

Life circles and cycles and comes back around, almost always returning to love.

The ever-changing constant.

The sky to my garden.

The everything of everywhere.

The light.

the book of february

is short but it reads like a tome.

there is one page of sunshine,

and an endless diatribe of darkness.

all the pages taste bitter, save for one,

and that’s only because it’s covered

in chocolate.

and even though you might want to,

you just can’t put it down,

you keep reading

page after page after page

until you get to the end of never

and find those two words,

not the ones you’ve been waiting for

but these two words instead:

begin again.

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Wishing us all a March filled with sunshine.

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He also told me that today is the birthday
of the most interesting man in the world.
I know you were hoping to be able to do this on your birthday:

but Mother Nature wasn’t feeling very cooperative.

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Wishing you a Happy Birthday just the same,
and a year filled with all your favorite things.
Love you.
xoxo
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I love it when Mother Nature draws me a picture.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with light.

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not just for the door to open

but for the door to open onto a fresh, green world

snow melted

birds singing

sunshine

grass to roll in

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i wait, too

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