Thursday, May 8, 2008
Cicada Mornings
The early spilling of morning brings vibrations. Cicada songs, nature’s coffee perking wakes the sleeping chipmunks. The slanted light bathes my sweet gum tree. A squirrel digs in my petunia pot for a forgotten promise. I sit looking at all things green, knowing life stirs under every blade of...
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