Soon Summer

When dawn,
an earthly murmur,
I walk, light

Soon, heat climbs,
the verdant blanket
grass, rose, blossom

I offer water,
hot, relax.

(Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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