Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
when the spade turns
the soil in our garden—
how different…
Ion Codrescu
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How different indeed
To be able
To plant sixty trees
Over one, wet
Easter weekend
And now to watch
As five Silver Birch
Head skywards
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan