The rising sun traces
outstretched elm branches,
kisses budding tips of topmost twigs
with a warm, bright white glow
like lit candles
honoring this new day.
Wrens and cardinals chip and chirp,
overjoyed with the spreading warmth of sunrise,
with the fresh gold-green fringe of hackberry,
butter yellow buds of forsythia,
delicate white dogwood,
show-off pink azaleas
and whispers of a gentle breeze.
I step outdoors to sit in the sun,
to breathe Spring,
to be witness to silent, stretching leaves,
to birdsong and bloom.
But they need no witness.
It is I who need this,
I who need to witness
It is I who need this hope
of a new day.
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Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
Nature of the week—lily of the valley:
Shadow of the Week—A windy downpour left a puddle on a plastic tablecloth and tossed leaves onto it. When the sun came out, the floating leaves cast this shadow:
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