Tagged: transience
every spring, dreaming
every spring, dreaming
of grandpa underneath the
cherry blossom tree
.
20220419:1957
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a matter of chance –
a matter of chance –
chasing cherry blossoms in the
middle of april
.
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in passing, older
in passing, older
azaleas whisper to new
azaleas, stay for
a season or two, then don’t
be afraid to let go, transform
.
20220328:1956
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tucked into this
tucked into this
morning’s fresh
snow,
something newly
beautiful,
fleeing
.
20220213:2018
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january is
january is
helping grandma hang on or
let go, wavering
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: wavering
even the sunset
on a windswept
on a windswept
morning, life
pauses
to consider
its brevity
.
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i have been asked
i have been asked
by my heart
to start
winding up. Spring
gingerly drums
her fingers
on the bedroom
windows, wet
for the third
Sunday in a row.
i have been asked
by my heart
to stop
neglecting. the cherry
blossoms you think so
little of for their
brevity is balling up
their fists again, still
defiant in their
ninety-eighth year.
i have not been asked
by my heart
to fill up
the emptiness. biology
shows us that our hearts
were made to be emptied,
filled, emptied,
filled, but no one can
narrow the number of
times down to a science
.
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