the ordinary
run of the mill
everyday
oatmeal and toast
kinds of things love does as it watches out for us
which skip through our seasons
like stones over whistling streams…
even after flowers bloom
steam kettles call us back
to picture window kitchens
which look out
on forget me nots
long past spring…
Hi Kae,
your posts definitely is not ordinary, it’s fantastic.
Great picture.
Thank you
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Good morning Ben:)… ah .. you left a poetic comment… thanks so much 🙂
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Beautiful!! I love the picture.
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Thank u!..:)
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful imagery and so thought provoking.
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Hi Jerry… thanks so much … as are your poems as well 🙂
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Great post dear !!!
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Thank you:)
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👌👌👍
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