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Simple things of joy: a heartfelt song; a short kiss; an act of kindness

Simmering in sun - soaked in sweat, but having fun; summer day, begun

A covey of quail, hidden inside the bushes, make a mad rush, up

Dancing among waves, a small fling of sandpipers in tandem motion

A face is a map; a place where our emotions shift from blink to grin

A cool morning breeze, briskly foreshadows the day's approaching heat

for Algot

Big, bright, beautiful; Your soft illumination tells us a story

Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you. ― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Gap

there, beneath where you once removed the river rock, and tossed it to the trees, an outline remains, a pocket for rains

smooth sands by gravity's fingers; and in your mind, the rock's still there; it's the gap that disappears

for #ds106

Pack the bag with ink, pens, a composition book, and plenty of poems

Deadwood - the roughened skin of an old birch quietly crumbling between our fingers, like rust, becoming dust; Disintegration

inspired by Wendy's poem https://wentalearn.blogspot.com/2024/12/peeling-life-of-bark.html