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The Glad Hand of Spring
The Glad Hand of Spring
Golden shooting stars fall toward the earth,
A fragile graceful fountain,
Refreshing mental drought.
A burst of garden laughter,
The greeter at spring’s gate, 159 more words
My Yoke
The weight of the world upon my shoulder
is a burden makes me feel much older.
But the feel of Gaia at my side
makes my Spirit swell with pride. 41 more words
More Than Just A Bunch Of Trees
It’s more than just a bunch of trees;
the feelings this old forest frees.
Gaia’s lived here since the dawn of time;
destroying it would be a crime. 40 more words
What Do I Feel?
What do I feel in the forest, when Spirits are wild and free?
What do I feel in the forest, when Gaia does comfort me? 27 more words
Garden Dangers
Garden Dangers
Five days of rain blur boundaries.
The sword ferns sharpen fiddle heads
in stretching days.
Where the wind felled the alder crown,
Buddha wears slimy leaves and algae. 85 more words
On the First Day of Spring
Virginia Gambardella sent a “Welcome to Spring” poem to me this morning. Within minutes, I found this image of a goose in a bed of chamomile. 134 more words
