Spring came hard
on the wet ground of my yard.
Our garden is dressed on flowers.
A prayer to the sun.
A song among the shadows.
Birds sing this morning.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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Visions and images: Layers of meanings upon time. A dark and fuzzy dialogue with the Universe. Where am I? O Lord, What will the sun bring to our doors?
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