Day 47: Why should I

How hard it is to find something to write

Every

Single

Day

How minuscule and inconsequential

These days seem to me

And why should I write of what we do

When so hard

So deeply

Sit the days for others

For us- apples keep blossoming

And now the cherry blossom

Has finally dropped

And sprinkled the ground with

Spring time snow

A celebration of the marriage

Confetti came from

The Horned God

And his Divine Consort

Bluebells now

Dot the gladed garden

Dandelions

Wild garlic explosions

I sit in the midst of a blessing

Why should anyone read this?

For comfort and knowing

There is a grace in this

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