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poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights

Dead Nettle

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In the field by

the lake minuscule

purple blossoms

peek out among

tiny, stacked,

heart-shaped leaves,

all on one stalk.

Before today, I 

saw only the

blossoms, but 

this morning I 

stopped, bent 

down, and was

amazed. They

say you are a

weed, but edible

and medicinal.

To me, you

are a miracle.

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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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