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In the midst of the COVID-19 quarantine, there are some beautiful moments. My daughters had come into town for the weekend. Directives from CDC advised that my mother-in-law, who is elderly and immune compromised, should not be in closed quarters with anyone, so we all met at City Park for a Sunday morning stroll.

The ducks were busy in the pond. Lots of fluffy yellow ducklings to watch.

The weather was sunny and warm, close to 80 degrees. The shade was gloriously pleasant.

Baby Thomas, 6 months, took a little snooze in the sun. Then we sat under a grove of oak trees where Thomas learned about grass and leaves, his first experience with nature.

Nature consoles us. Walking with family is something we rarely do. I hope you are finding ways to spend more time outside.

Take a walk.

Crumple leaves in your hand.

Listen to the birds.

Keep calm.

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Before the rain on this grey winter day, I took a walk down Dover Lane where my parents live. Taking a walk in a different place makes me more alert to the #commonplacemarvels. I was also looking for writing inspiration. On this 27th day of Mary Lee Hahn’s haiku challenge, my inspiration is waning. I know as a writer and because Mary Oliver says so, we must pay attention.

I stopped to capture images to later inspire writing.  Haiku can be challenging in its constraint of 5, 7, 5 syllables, but in that constraint, I can find a nugget that says everything.

 

cracked-tree-dover-lane

I

Old, cracked, leaning in
open to new life, fresh roots
nature’s the sculptor

street-repair-art

II

Tar trails twirl around
dancing on this walking path
road repair art

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Can you walk today?

For Minga, my walking partner, friend, and mother-in-law.

30 Day Poetry Challenge #2 “Who was the last person you texted?¬† Write a five-line poem to that person.

Can you walk today?
Tomorrow, I know, you’ll be walking in
Morocco–yes, the one in Africa.
My traveling Minga mouse,
I’ll always remember Greece.

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