Poetry: Gray Braided Gardener

Seeds of joy
Toss from her fingertips
Green LIFE yawns awake
on the shady side of Nobles
Always in spring she is
Radiating beams of new LIFE
Kneading it into the earth
Everywhere she goes
LIFE follows her
or does she create it?
A goddess tramping through the desert
leaving behind her a forest
~Dedicated to my special friend Susan who always leaves a forest wherever she goes.  Her kind words of encouragement and truths spoken in love are like rain to a parched earth!
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