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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Healers! Free of Charge!











Bright beckoning light
Fills the bushes and the lawn;
Flurry of birds feed.














Two eating, two waiting:
Birds wait their turns at feeder;
All's well with the world!


















Shadows on my walk--
Mixture of air and earth,
Meeting on the slate.






















Hoarse rooster crowing
Cuts through the morning silence;
Lone bird chirps softly.






















Sky is crystal blue;
Neither cloud nor bird is seen.
Distant plane rumbles.

























Three balls on the lawn--
Look! Nobody is playing;
(Juvenile flotsam).






















Cluster of mullein
Growing wild in the field--
Healers! Free of charge!



















Bird chirps distantly,
Mixing with the sun drenched leaves
And the singing woods.






























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