Fridays Are (Still) For Poetry

It's May!  Which means National Poetry Month has wrapped up for another year.  But.  I'm still feeling the need for more poetry in my life, so I'm going to continue sharing some of my favorite poems on Fridays.

I hope you won't mind.

(Grape hyacinths are my favorite spring bulb, and they are popping up all over my garden right now.)

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The Cure for It All
Julia Fehrenbacher

Go gently today, don't hurry
or think about the next thing. Walk
with the quiet trees. Can you believe
how brave they are -- how kind? Model your life
after theirs. Blow kisses
at yourself in the mirror

especially when
you think you've messed up. Forgive
yourself for not meeting your unreasonable
expectations. You are human, not
God -- don't be so arrogant.

Praise fresh air,
clean water, good dogs. Spin
something from joy. Open
a window, even if
it's cold outside. Sit. Close
your eyes. Breathe. Allow

the river
of it all to pulse
through eyelashes,
fingertips, bare toes. Breathe in,
breath out. Breathe until

you feel
your bigness, until the sun
rises in your veins. Breathe
until you stop needing
anything
to be different.

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My best wishes to all of you . . . for a weekend filled with peace and solace and things that bring you joy.
And maybe some poetry

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Today's poem was published in Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems, 2017, Grayson Books, and edited by Phyllis Cole-Dar and Ruby R. Wilson.  Information about the author can be found here.