12.07.25
these things…
these things…
these things as life renews itself with fresh opportunities to embrace…
like a sunrise climbing above a horizon to reinvigorate a commonplace…
or a tiny root’s stem bursting up through the earth to feel an open space…
or a bird perched behind its whistling pipe for nature’s choir to showcase…
cascading streams cool a creek’s mossy rocks on a heat wave’s afternoon…
first glances at a morning sky then furtherly delighted by its early moon…
daily chores all done before they’ve begun while humming a happy tune…
being outside of time to suddenly find how those hours flew by so soon…
a woolly bear crawls across barren cement towards a fertile meal of grass…
a tree’s northern leaves arrayed in red as its southern greens stay steadfast…
daddy longlegs hauls unborn eggs in her jaw still waiting for days to pass…
candles draw outlines of ideas around a canvas where shadows were cast…
hills serve as built-in visors safeguarding vision from sunset’s harsh light…
a mind might unwind from its daytime with a wake-up call late at night…
rainfall will raise the water level when it lowers that river banks’ height…
midway could lose its location if it moves too close to the left or the right…
under the pines a time-treasured bond forms with an old polished stone…
those occasions where eternity revisits its ties long after they’ve left home…
a small stalk of petals blooms like the spring among winter’s colder zone…
too many diversions can keep one from discerning life’s universal tones…
a flock of flyers embroiders the sky through their air soaring ballet wings…
corn tassels sway in playfulness weaving a cheek to cheek country swing…
gates between areas of existence seem to swirl in creation’s twirling rings…
a critique might ignore the gist of it all or overlook any insight it brings…
tussles of snow hold the frosty track of a calf’s hoofprints loose on the run…
zooming into a cloud while floating around fills a pool of summertime fun…
a repetitive phrase might cope with lame words if its workload is overdone…
if everyone agreed to their own fair piece there’d be plenty here for anyone…
how often a downpour into a drainpipe can trigger a funneling tailspin…
a sun’s final rays flee under twilight letting a night’s hollow dome slip in…
thanks to that calendar on a wall no days need to wear their name tag pin…
trying to paste a straight face at times could pull a stiff lip into easier grins…
those churning swooshes of endless surf as their tumbles roll onto a beach…
out over that ocean then into infinity where man-made clout won’t reach…
unlimited lessons to learn from life by the interconnections they can teach…
like a surplus and a scarcity discovering ways that may even it up for each…
lingering whispers rekindle a flame when a hair-raising ghost tale’s retold…
a squirrel dodges a fox’s meat-thirsty grip in a dash so miraculously bold…
an outdoor silence profoundly reveals those voices a noise can withhold…
scenes that may lead one to being swept up into life’s intermingling folds…
a bird’s-eye view turns an old wingless nest into a mountaintop’s lookout…
a bee rubs dusty pollen around nurturing a seed’s future breeding ground…
footsteps off of a beaten path leave imprints to share of their whereabouts…
remnants of a storm still mimic sounds that recite its recent history aloud…
city signs lean against storefronts next to high rises that balance on walls…
vintage lamps lining hedges and lawns walk along to a town’s public hall…
a village’s three little businesses work in their own mini makeshift mall…
a junction’s better corner feeds kids while a bigger one lets them play ball…
what starts as an ordeal of misfortune could end as a blessing in disguise…
awareness might see any basis more clearly by focusing deep inner eyes…
sometimes the mind will begin its endeavors with a stretching exercise…
for one to live in peace with others takes most to meet some compromise…
road travel unveils its window panels for those landscapes riding along…
a messenger pigeon flies back to its loft in a sense of direction so strong…
enthusiasm remains so readily contagious that many’ll catch it from a song…
imagination still seems to know enough to save a bit before it’s all gone…
who ever knew how this verse might turn out or the words it may say today…
a line can journey most everywhere with all kinds of experiences to convey…
chances could form all alone on their own right here now or near anyplace…
these things as life renews itself through fresh opportunities to embrace!…
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