untangling the web

poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights

Friday

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As daffodils fade and wither,

and pink flock and cherry blossoms pale,

red bud on River Road catches my eye,

and grape hyacinth stops me in my tracks.

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Author: BHW

I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.

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