it was not raining when I set out on my walk
spring comes to the city,
and flowers find a place to bloom, however unlikely...
I never tire of the patterns underfoot
green softens the brick patterning
along the top of the wall, tiny steps down to a hidden pool
slender dancing birch maidens grow up to be strong trees,
with the lines of age etched deep in their skin
trees grow slow, lichen grows slower,
we flit across time in the blink of their eye
so soft a sign of springtime ahead
the imprint of the past leaves marks on the future
grow where you end up, store what you can for when it is needed...
the sun just set, the sky still vividly blue,
and the workaday folk head for home...
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Finished knitting the baby vest (for the gift box that will be sent to friends A & S). Even with my very unusually slow progress, this was an easy knit, and for someone with a bit more time and focus, it could be done in a evening or two, (rather than over the course of a week while watching DVD Westerns and napping.
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