Bugs and Blossoms
Small, almost lost in the bigness of water and trees and mountains towering.
Insignificant, compared to terror and politics and financial machinations.
But small enough to mend thread bare places in my soul;
insignificant enough to blend together heart-sighs into smiles–
small enough to bring joy.
Lily, your poetry is wonderful..how you capture feelings and facts, is a gift for us all.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It's the way I have always processed life, sometimes in song, sometimes in poetry, and even my prose is poetic prose. Now if I could make a living at it, I'd be a happy camper! :-)
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