Category: Nature
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Day 21
rain baptizes the yard, field, streets, river from winter’s hold opening the frightened ground flowing through it and forward
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Reserve time
Reserve time for poetry in April, for when the days get longer, we turn out after our deep hermitage, rushing too fast to learn from the budding world. Reserve time for poetry in July when the hammering sun tempts you to spend your best hours dozing, as the herons skim the river. Reserve time for…
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Day 8
daffodils unfold stretching pedals to endless evening sky; breathing deep, shoulders unwind, arms reach wide across earth
