poetry
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Ode to Spring
New beginnings the morning beams enshroud; Through open window they softly peek, Filled with birdsong, playing with wispy cloud. Tender and sweet doth new life emerge and grow! Seeds sending forth silent root and stem, Chicks hiding under wing, ducklings… Continue reading
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“What is White?”
Traditionally the day when those baptized on Easter laid aside their white Baptismal garments (referred to as albs), I’ve made the executive decision to adhere to the palette of this Sunday in Albis while blending in a shade of fun.… Continue reading
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Ode to Winter
Slowed dawn creeps upon frosted pine and pane; Hushed world slumbers ‘neath enshrouded lawn While life above stirs and shovels its brumal way. Hung is the holly, glad tidings flow o’er hill and dale ‘Midst soft flakes swirling in merry… Continue reading
