The Rogue Nun
In A Light Spring Wind
Reclining under flowering trees,
dappled sunlight dancing
on the grass,
a small robin pecking for its supper,
quiet but focused,
I breathe deep
and sneeze.
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
National Poetry Month - April 25, 2020
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