Saturday, May 28, 2016 – Morning Fog

Voices from the Margins

Carol A. Hand

Morning fog enshrouds what has become my world
intensifying sound and silence and limiting vision
forcing me to listen deeply
and see only what is both within and near

When enfolded by things I have no power to change
it seems to be the wisest choice
to focus on connectedness and possibilities
rather than on the fear and sadness of illusory divisions
knowing that the fog will clear once its embrace
has softened the imaginary boundaries between us

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Photo: The Fog by Ian Furst (Wikipedia)

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1160. Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters

If you’ve never been thrilled
to the very edges of your soul
by a flower in spring bloom, maybe
your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo

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Come as they do in May are
the sweet morning-glory morns
that herald brilliant daylily days
with rosy high noons and
the busiest of busy bee hours
on the hosts of purple coneflowers.
And all the while the butterflies
waltz by the big, yellow sunflowers that
wilt not on the hot, sultry afternoons
when often I find grasshoppers perched
atop the strangest of flowery places.
But come dusk when the day is almost done
all these must relinquish the stage to the
pearly iridescent glow of white moonflowers
unfurling ‘neath heaven’s twinkling stars.
‘Tis all this that a gardener’s hope-filled
dreams and schemes are made of.
~Natalie Scarberry

Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits. ~Psalm 103:2  ✝

**Flower images taken by me; collage created by me too.