The light filters through the trees
How many years typing my poems
My yard a big part of my existence
The trees have been my shelter
The deck my refuge
The roses blooming my jewels
How fortunate I am to have this yard
The days are beset with health challenges
Yet, I find the space to be grateful
I find the time to recognize what is good
I read now with 3.25 readers
The Ritual Bath and it is the first real book
I have read in 2 years
The story compelling
In finding solutions I find the strength
To walk, to go another mile
My world is good
How about yours?
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