what a miracle
the mirrorness of water…
and i can see it… 🦊❤️
There is something magical that happens whenever I sit still and listen to leaves rustling in the wind. Everything becomes a miracle. 🦊❤️
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2053. refuge
in the blazing sun
my shadow finds some respite
with those from the leaves 🦊❤️
My shadow grows more and more grateful to the kindness of leaves during our current heatwave. 🦊❤️
2052. good bye sycamore
from its high wire perch
a lone bird chirps so sadly
“good bye sycamore…” 🦊❤️
2051. and the winner is….
up - up - up it climbs
who will be the first to bloom?
and the winner is!!!!! 🦊❤️
In a dense patch of weeds, A Jack in The Beanstalk like weed climbed into the sky to let the sun’s rays do their work on the anxious bloom buds waited. And the winning bloom is!!!!! 🦊❤️
2050. stand out
it’s taller than tall
who wouldn’t look up to you?
“grow on tree - grow on!!!” 🦊❤️
When I saw this single tree towering above the rest, I could not help but think about my Cousin Joe who was inducted into the Mid Mon Valley Sports Hall of Fame last weekend. Congratulations Joey!! 🦊❤️
2049. mail pouch tobacco
grab a great big wad
stuff it deep inside your cheek
try not to turn green 🦊❤️
For the last 55 years as I drove the turnpike between my hometown and Philadelphia an old Mail Pouch chewing tobacco sign has endured on the side of an ever aging barn. Yesterday as we drove to and from a family reunion and celebration I was treated again to a flood of memories associated with my cross state travels over the years. But foremost in my bank of memories is the first time that I chewed tobacco while working in a steel mill in The Mon Valley. I immediately turned a shade of green I have not seen since!! 🦊❤️
2048. fly like a bird
no fence high enough
to stop my galavanting
the sky’s the limit… 🦊❤️
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