The distant mountains
are singing to me again—
Labor Day longing.
The distant mountains
are singing to me again—
Labor Day longing.
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The distant mountains
are singing to me again—
Labor Day longing.
On this clear spring day
my longing for rain deepens,
along with the drought.
Deep summer longing:
to see morning glories bloom
before July ends.
Longing for summer—
if only one bird would sing
to stun the silence!
Palm Sunday longing:
to be a lifelong pilgrim
on the praise-strewn way!
One brush of your wing
satisfies all my longings,
yellow butterfly.
Mark M. Redfearn 