
These things are mine
Planting flowers
watching a heron
talking to children far away
listening to blackbirds
walking the meadow
counting the deer tracks in damp clay
gazing at clouds peony pink
after the storm beneath the soft rain
building a shelter to start life again
these things are mine
like the beat of your heart
though the wind’s in the east and the world falls apart.
How beautiful. I’m so glad you shared this. Hugs on the wing!
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