Mark M. Redfearn
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Apr
27
Dreading what comes next,
I transform all my worries
into butterflies.
Apr
26
A barn owl and I
hold midnight conversations
overheard by stars.
Apr
25
On this languid day
when hyacinths are fading,
I am fading too.
Apr
24
I pick spring’s pocket,
hoping to find a poem,
maybe even three.
Apr
23
Wondering what’s next,
I hand over my worries
to April’s Pink Moon.
Apr
22
Little brown sparrow,
in walking there’s much pleasure,
in your song, much more.
Apr
21
New houses spring up
where prairie flowers once bloomed
and meadowlarks sang.
Apr
20
On my evening walk
I see my neighbor’s lilacs
preparing to bloom.
Apr
19
My tongue was burning
with the flames of praise, tulips,
long before you bloomed.
Apr
18
Great-grandmother Plum,
though no blossoms grace your boughs,
pilgrims worship you.
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