Tomorrow is May Day!
I remember when Jessica was small, she loved to make a home-made basket and put flowers (often nothing more than flowering weeds!) inside and leave them at our next-door neighbor's doorstep. The neighbors' elderly father lived with them. She would leave the basket for him.
Sadly, he no longer lives...but every May Day I think of him and the little girl that once lived here with us.
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Here's a poem I've been working on the past few days. Still not finished; I think there's more to be done with it.
No Worry
My favorite time of day,
late afternoon
with a light breeze
fingering my hair.
The birds are gathering
in the bushes. Some are
feeding, some are singing,
some are searching for sturdy
supplies with which to build their
nests. All are busy being
and not one of them worries
about tomorrow.
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