Early morning. The little birds come close, just to say yes to the man with the hose. Their eyes meet. He nods and smiles. Ferns, moss, rhododendron. Lilac, cedar, dandelion. They drink from the leaves as more trickles down. Blessed are the boughs. Sweet is the ground. So the song goes. All together now.
June 22, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Abundance, Blessings, Cedars, Dandelions, Diaries, Ferns and Moss, Gratitude, Journals, Lilacs, Rhododendrons, Singing, Water