I love my potted plants
hanging from the patio
Some nurtured from seed
others bought from a nursery
Either way, they thrive
within my cradling hands
The earth slips between
my stretched fingers,
The water sings its song
as I give them a morning drink
Vibrant roses, petunias, pansies
laughing, joyous, showy blouses
sway in the morning breeze.
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I am sorry for the update, there were issues with my original post and the photograph.
January 13, 2013 – 2 Sh’vat, 5773
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