To The One Smiling Into The Light

A gift poem for a grandmother with messy hair and dirty feet

For those squinting into sunbeams For those who feel the breeze, Who open morning — a jewel box of dreams — For those in love with trees

For those finding love in squishy mud For those who savor the hyacinth For whom awe is life’s own blood Bravely walking life’s labyrinth

For those who roam; a care-free rover For those who toe the lace of surf For those who see birds circle over For those who love our Earth

This is for you. This is for you. Thank you for embracing all Thank you for inspiring as you do

For finding Spring in Fall

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For Desiree, sorry, I had hoped to find a photo of a bird on scented hyacinth, Love, Christyl Rivers