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May be all be gardens.
Posted by: Ella Dyer | 01 March 2021 at 06:52 AM
Lovely imagery. Thank you Corey
Posted by: Jenifer Delson | 01 March 2021 at 06:59 AM
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The songs of the birds for mirth
There is no place closer to Heaven
Than a garden here on earth
Love Jeanne
Posted by: jeanne | 01 March 2021 at 10:23 AM
Such beautiful words to ponder...thank you, Corey!
Posted by: Anna | 01 March 2021 at 12:53 PM
So beautiful. Such lovely words from a lovely poet.
Posted by: Jennie | 01 March 2021 at 02:31 PM
Yes, with each winter the garden is growing and alive under the ground. Yet it is always a surprise and thrill when I see it bravely appear.
Posted by: Marilyn | 02 March 2021 at 12:18 AM