A dusting of snow
or a sprinkling of flowers
The eyes can deceive
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A dusting of snow
or a sprinkling of flowers
The eyes can deceive
Old gnarled branches
Weathered many challenges
Hold new pink blossoms
Ambiguity
Have more questions than answers
Rothko on my mind
A welcome respite
Or a reminder of loss
How we view the world
Craving connection
New tools at our disposal
But missing the hugs
Marathon Monday
Today we are all running
Ahead of COVID
Opened the window
Gentle breeze rustles papers
Airing out winter
Nature gone awry
Shaking us from mindlessness
Seasons out of synch
A cloud of blossoms
Ethereal and fleeting
Takes my breath away
Standing tall for years
Snapped in half by gust of wind
Could not bend with change
Thinking of Indra’s net
How we are all connected
For good and for ill
Familiar rhythms
Sunbathing turtles return
Nature’s resilience
Pandemic footwear
Choose comfort over fashion
Until we Zoom feet
A weeping cherry tree
Sheds tears of joy or sadness
Perspective taking
Step by step by step
Who climbed these stairs before me
What were they seeking
Waiting for a birth
Pear blossoms ready to pop
Anticipation
Thinking about loss
And beauty that can emerge
Mourning victory
Learned that flowers glow
Especially on dark days
Natural Prozac
So many shades of purple
Surprise me with their vibrance
Grateful to lean in
Social distancing
Good for goose, good for gander
Alone together