yet though petals grow and splendor
again they wilt and tumble
seasons have their turn with us
snow in my eyes melts and runs
yesterday slipping through fingers
dry skin slithers like sillicant rivers
earmarked memories fading pages
another day shines through oiled paper
respiration, fragrance, you arrive
hear melodic robin calling
embellishing the buds of spring
anther fields revealing promise
running tears of joy admix with grief
today’s hummus, yesterday’s decay
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Miles of Mindfulness 