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Green Swatches


My body will forget
My thoughts will be Scattered
Amongst Winter's Gloom.

Amongst Nature’s Seasoned robes
I walk and restore
My broken thoughts.

With widening strides
I turn to the botanical essence
Leaving traces of desire.

To swatches of green
I turn my attentiveness
To refresh tomorrow’s thoughts.

Jim
 
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Yew Remember

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A Light Touch

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Always with Us

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Snake Bark Maple

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A Mindful Reunion

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