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be back. The glorious combination of the soft weeping cherry, And the bold orange quince, back again.</p><p id="874b">As I stood beneath them The knowledge that we were the work of the same artist, Is clearly evident. We breathe, giving life.</p><p id="bf37">I celebrate spring in my yard, And it reminds me Nature continues to explode in ecstasy all around us, Even when we don’t have faith it will continue.</p><p id="6cb1">Thanks to <a href="">Victor Sarkin </a>and GiaB for another lovely prompt.</p><div id="4a25" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/18EI6IXT9db"> <div> <div> <h2>Toes in the Dirt</h2> <div><h3>Moist soil underfoot.Breaking free from my constraints.Earth and I are one. Our spirit is in pain. For all our talk of…</h3></div> <div><p>link.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*4pvvI_Cq1WWeFpM0.jpeg)"></div> </div> </d

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iv> </a> </div><p id="b598">Thanks, also, to my friend Kristie Darling for challenging me. You can read her thought-provoking prompt response right here.</p><div id="167e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/gtgW39pU9db"> <div> <div> <h2>Prayersticks</h2> <div><h3>I walk into the woods to cast prayers for you,you beyond the realm of form.Embracing indigenous ritual, I divine living…</h3></div> <div><p>link.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*gnJTR2kVzqvOIl1-)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="579f"><i>Kim McKinney loves the annual communion with her weeping cherry tree and her quince bush, even though the combination lasts only a few weeks. It fills her heart and renews her faith. Fourteen years and she hasn’t killed either yet, nor has any other invading force.</i></p></article></body>

GiaB writing prompt #14 being in nature

Photo by Kim McKinney

They arrive before I expect them, And the first glimpse makes my heart fill. Rarely have I seen anything of such beauty, And my soul gasps as it records its first awareness.

The quince bush flames first, Popping its vibrant orange color into the world, Then the weeping cherry blossoms, As a bride elegantly dressed in blush.

He told me the cherry tree was diseased, And needed to come down before other trees caught the fungus, I was firm in my no, She of the black thumb defying the professional.

Its foliage did die away early that year, And the next year its branches were barren, Not wearing its full gown of petals, But there was green growing, and I had hope.

The next year it stunned all, Even me who had faith it would be back. The glorious combination of the soft weeping cherry, And the bold orange quince, back again.

As I stood beneath them The knowledge that we were the work of the same artist, Is clearly evident. We breathe, giving life.

I celebrate spring in my yard, And it reminds me Nature continues to explode in ecstasy all around us, Even when we don’t have faith it will continue.

Thanks to Victor Sarkin and GiaB for another lovely prompt.

Thanks, also, to my friend Kristie Darling for challenging me. You can read her thought-provoking prompt response right here.

Kim McKinney loves the annual communion with her weeping cherry tree and her quince bush, even though the combination lasts only a few weeks. It fills her heart and renews her faith. Fourteen years and she hasn’t killed either yet, nor has any other invading force.