That bagel! I’d given them up for a year but I’m hungry
Toasted with butter and cream cheese, a far cry from blueberries and bran
This is no failure, rather, fundamental search for pleasure
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These Redbuds catch morning rays, dance in sun and shadow
How is it possible tomorrow will bring snow? How can a season turn back on itself?
The lesson is humility, how beauty is changeability, letting go, weathering what is.
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This house and all I need to shed smiles with possibility today
Scan a room, sparks fly with the joys of a lifetime and so much gathers dust
One day soon, I say. One day my windows fling wide. A leaf blower will suffice
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Help me. Poetry Goddess you have left me on barren shores
Does it all come down to doggerel—scratches and clicks to just get it done?
Day 20, two thirds down, I practice patience, accept my limitations. I try to smile.
Early Morning Poems 