Just at the moment
prickly spines of worry
needle their way into
the presence of
nature’s blithe spirit,
Experiences abound…
a bird on a rail,
the marred winged butterfly,
a green grass spider on a thistle,
the young fig or two hiding under leaf, or
aromatic flowers on thyme,
I breathe life now.
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