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six A.M. - I take the dog out and notice that the maple branch above me is perfectly aligned with a string of stars, curve by curve - and I wonder why there are no constellations named for trees - maple branch and sycamore bough. Perhaps the druids named stars for tree gods and the runes are just lost. Perhaps these runes were carved on the trees themselves.
Anyway, i am grateful for the clarity of a winter sky - no fog - no rain - no snow.

January Mindful Writing
Gratitude Journal

January 1
blue glass jars
on the windowsill
dried oregano

January 2
hot bath water
I stretch the slipped disk
back into place

January 3
pink sky morning
thick cotton towels
lavender soap

January 4
dog's ears silk
on my fingers
coffee brewing

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may 14 five lines

1

blue ink

of fallen iris

flower

stains the bills

on my desk

2

grasslands

waves of tall fescue

celadon

rain along

the roadside

may 8 & 9 five lines

may 8

front porch

sunday sounds

bees hum in

honeysuckle

crows crackle

may 9

roads lined

with white daisies

yellow celenedine

celedon green fields

Virginia highways

may 6 fivelines

time again

to plant plump

white moonflower

seeds under

the May moon