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Created on: May 19, 2009
Spring Blossoms
The flower beds are healthy as they reach up
for the sky. Some have fallen away into seed
while others are just exposing
their beautiful array of color.
Some blue while others are orange,
yellow, red, purple and pink;
if only I could remember their names.
The Day Lilies stand tall.
Bee Balm waiting to bloom.
Irish so beautiful in color.
The sun has given way to the clouds,
maybe it will rain. I hope so.
The ponds are dry.
Rain drops.
Thank you for joining me
for my early morning walk. Bye.
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