I hear the splashing of the waves,
I feel the tingling of the spray,
I feel the way the sky behaves,
And I think I’m lucky to have this day.
c1966 Carol Kerr [Buckles]
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OCTOBER
Poised on the knife edge of hot and cold, leaves die, turning colors dull and bold. Frantic to ready for the dying of the year, God’s creation…
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February [in Virginia]
An exhausting, exhilarating month. Winter attacks and withdraws; Spring arrives and departs, in A dance of perplexing pattern. Buds on trees freeze…
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March
Everything about March— Lions and lambs-- is true Sweaters, shorts, sun, rain, sleet But bulbs bloom Through snow, mud on both. Daffodils,…
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