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loving the feel of nature

I must have been an Indian in another life
for I see the Great Father
in the clouds

I hear him in the trees, loving the way
he makes the cottonwood leaves twinkle
and flutter in silver and gray prettiness

I give thanks to him staring into a cumulus cloud
fluffy as a cotton ball, unmoving and serious
it makes me laugh

if my feet worked like they used to, I would twirl
around and around staring into the sky
loving the feel of nature as it silently watches

there is so much to appreciate and adore in the world
yellow daffodils, aromatic lilacs, fuzzy mosses,
big juicy red tomatoes

I spin a tiny bit
for I cannot
not spin….

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