Make blanket of green bough
our secret sanctuary – eden –
as squirrels watch
and animals rustle,
feel the purely bucolic,
leave cloudy noon,
come & give,
don a shine.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry online.  Give it a try.  Image from personal collection.)

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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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