A Bird Flew By

A bird flew by
And it carried my attention away…
Into the endless blue sky.
I gave it willingly.

The fresh green mitten-shaped leaves
Of a sassafras waved from among other trees
And held my attention.
I gave it freely.

The dancing shadows of the dogwood
Traveled through the window and onto the wall.
How perfect they were.
I accepted the gift gladly.

The sorrow of loss can be great.
I seek joy and solace in the abundant gifts
Of friendship and art, music and nature.
I notice the clicking of the Cricket Frog.

June, 2018

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Lynn Packham Larson

Lynn lives with her husband in a house that he built, where the edge of town meets the edge of the woods. She was raised in a big city, and now finds peace and inspiration walking the dog and hiking the trails near her home. The birding is wonderful, trees abundant, water plentiful.

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