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The following poem was written by my daughter's friend, Russ.Russ has only recently begun to write poetry and was kind enough to allow me to add this one to Marilyn's Place.





TODAY ©By Russ





            Pale blue sky covers my world, with not a hint of clouds to be seen. The morning began hot, but a cool wind swept down and carried the heat to parts unknown. It cooled and refreshed me as I tried to do a little work.



My pace is slow but steady, and my goals much smaller than before, and are making a nickel and dime world of work here at Em’s cabin. Jays defend the feeders against all comers. I start to become angry but let it go quickly, remembering this is how their world is and it’s not the same world as mine.



A sleek black raven sits quietly, almost completely hidden in the shadows of the high, green leafed branches of an oak. Tree swallows call to each other as they swoop in and out of the yard chasing small flies and gnats.









A black stalked bamboo sends new shoots several feet skyward with each passing day, giving new meaning to the miracle of growth. A delicate pink climbing rose unfolds it’s blossoms one by one and cascades back down from the top of the fence.



Japanese Iris, yellow and purple, fill and overflow a wine barrel, looking like cut flowers in a giant wooden vase.




Cement dust causes me to sneeze and Misty bolts for her hiding place beneath the wild rose, sending a shower of pink white blossoms down upon herself.









And I head into the cabin for a shower of my own, and yet another nap. Today is a slow day, but a wonderful day, and I wonder is it because today is a day that still includes me.
Russ









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