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 Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Pink portulaca Red geraniums are getting old; the green onions wilt. The bird-of-paradise may never bloom; Yet, spring has sprung outside the window. Today one pink portulaca brightens up the view. If I were a flower in your garden I would blossom as well. Unless I were a jade tree, jealous of the others, only blooming after decades, long past our prime. I stop to smell blue iris, admire blue columbine, then pluck two dandelions to brighten up the hall. Spring has sprung outside the window and here I sit aware that this spring may be my last and these words never read. But here inside my windows, pink portulaca blooms and nasturtiums strut their finery as April yields to May. © Kåre Enga (30.april.2025) [182.44] 24 lines April theme #3: home/garden for "Merit Badge Magic"  |
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