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One Frosty Morning

Diamonds in the grass,

frosted spider webs in a roadside ditch,

weeping willow branches a tender green.

 

What else is there on my path,

seldom noticed but there,

waiting to reveal itself?

 

Often it is the unexpected

that brings us joy.

A wrong turn, a red stoplight,

children laughing,

a single daffodil pushing up.

Embrace them all!

 


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Morning Meditation

I love this poem written by my friend

Joan's avataraholdingplace

When I consider

how quickly the morning frost

fades beneath sun’s warmth.

I pause and send my patches

of frozenness compassion.

                                                      JDG

                                                                                                                                                       

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