Shepherd wind
herds
the
cottonwood fluff
into tart air
of sultry traff,
foretells the joy
of syrup we
sip
to sum up
good deeds,
vibrant
health - to keep.
Millions of
grains
circulate
each spring,
“snow effect”
pollen -
small and big
bells ring…
Weightless
feather
touches my
palm
as if I’ve
received
angel’s
telegram…
‘safe and
settled?
gently
centered?-
celebrate:
you inner
battle
done.’
Anything to get rid of a snow effect, is considered a win haha
ReplyDeletei like the soft message the bits of fluff give there in the end...an angels telegram...that is a cool thought...smiles.
ReplyDeletenice..i like the angel's telegram... how cool is that..good when the inner battles are done and we find that balance again..
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