untangling the web

poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights

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Sun Rays

Sun rays descend through the

treetops and down the trunks

to the pine needles and

leaves on the ground,

lighting all in their path.

If I change my pace,

get off the beaten track, 

I too may feel the

warmth of their light.

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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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