(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#49)
The silent garden
My mother’s memories
Germinate
…..
(#50)
There is never joy
In the dark night of the soul
I embrace the dawn
…..
(#51)
I still hear the sound
Of breezes in bamboo groves
When I think of you
…..
(#52)
Some days all I need
Is to watch the spotted cat
Chasing butterflies
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(#53)
It is my hope when
Kiku bloom in time to come
You’ll remember me
…..
(#54)
My old hoe is dull
And the weeds resist its blade
Still I toil on
Wonderful, Mike. Love these.πβ€οΈπ
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Thanks, Grace. Always happy and humbled by your kindness. π
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Love them all, but especially #51. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Amanda, for your kind words. Much appreciated. π
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