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ellie894 December 8, 2021
Breakfast with butterflies….
Toad’s day…
Puttering and pattering
Looked down and found
A wonderful hop toad
Laying low
in his humble abode
He eyed me
And spied me
As I did him
With a wink and a whim
The tiniest pot he chose
From all the others
Of those
He’s big for it
And it’s small for him
But there he is anyway
On this comfy cozy December day
In the arms of the airplane plant
Propellors whirring
The air is stirring
And I wonder…
Who will punch his ticket
And where oh where
Will he go….
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ellie894 December 7, 2021
If…
If this was
the first minute
of the first hour
of the first day
I would say
I love you.
If this was
the last minute
of the last hour
of the last day
I would say
I love you.
It isn’t the first
or the last.
I believe,
I’ll say it
anyway….
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ellie894 December 6, 2021
everyday is precious…
have a lovely one…
Suzanne 💫💛🌻
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ellie894 December 5, 2021
Where did I leave that rhyme
Some days
I just can’t seem to think
Eyes wide open
There’s no time to blink
Perhaps a rhyme finds me
and so kindly
reminds me
It’s something
Not nothing
And how it would love
to come out to play
On this very
not thinking
or blinking
kind of day…
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ellie894 December 4, 2021
late
It’s a dim
misty morning
ever since when,
but, the crow caws,
anyway.
A golden leaf
so far from its
Sassafras home, so I
didn’t know
what it was,
at first.
The field is sleepy
and full of twilight
sounds, even though
it’s not at all evening time.
The grasshopper
clings to his
tall fennel tower, whiling
away, this quiet hour.
Egret flew, before
I came. Now
here am I, so late.
But, not really. Wherever
I am, is here.
Whenever, I am,
is now. Morning glory
winks as I go by, through
its greener than
green, twirling vine,
so daring a song, to bring
daytime along.
Late,
it sings,
is a never ever kind of thing….
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ellie894 December 3, 2021
lovely lines
Lines of power and of cracked
pavement, horizoned railroad tracks,
assorted chimney stacks, avenues of moving
moving quick quick, fast,
gnarled and cattywompus
lines of saplings, grown into mighty
trees, straight arrow rays of
of a starry night gaze, and bending
wending blades of grasses, blowing
flowing gently sway, as graciously
as spaciously, as the graceful
land does lay, so
what would be the good,
of an ordinary day, without
any lovely lines
with which, to find your way…
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ellie894 December 2, 2021
Where did your wings take you today…
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ellie894 December 1, 2021
endless…
Nearly,
lose my
…footing …
on days like this,
when there are
endless reasons
to look up…:)
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Have a beautiful day ☺️🦋
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ellie894 November 30, 2021
With a sunset view…
It’s not often, that you find
the Wall Street Journal in
the woods. In fact,
never have before today.
Nevertheless,
there it lay. I’ll leave it be,
in case the raccoons
want to check their stock portfolios. And,
the birds haven’t finished
their crossword puzzle,
yet. An eagle flew,
a buck walked, the picnic table
sits empty, as do the chairs
gathered round about
the campfire, gone cold. oyster shells
are strewn far from the sea, their pearly white
showing and all cast aside
under the great loblolly trees.
The catfish feeder turned
wasp den was unhinged, pried up
and taken from its proud perch.
And the wasps along with it.
A teepee built from
fallen bric a brac, faces due west
with a lovely sunset view. And there’s no sign
out front for sale or rent.
It’s a long way….from Wall Street,
This quiet place far from nowhere
Take off your shoes and
Rest awhile…
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ellie894 November 29, 2021
all my heart sees 