Once One Spring
Outside on the driveway inside my fence
looking at purple irises, yellow daffodils, jonquils
a palette of colors to please the eye
four tall cedars over all snagging morning sun
low in the sky standing stationary
awake and aware life is just a slice through time
a flurry big enough to leave a wake astern
of memorable moments I’d like to describe
if one can imagine a breeze moving fuchsias
long stemmed that sway shiver sometimes shake
or the sound of a shovel as it scrapes
magical moments alone with nature
when things move in rhythm with a flute faraway
far from the din of battle. Harkaway
Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
2025
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