Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Spring in the air
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Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Category Archives: serendipity
Snowmelt
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
Spring equinox
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
February 29
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Constant reader
see also Inconstant blogger
That you’ve found me and
read my life in seventeen
syllables floors me.
Inconstant blogger
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
Live your dream
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
Wasted Saturday night
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
Beading obsession
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Vintage style
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
a haiku a day 