melting snow

over the stepping stones

a gentle touch

on my wounded  heart 

ignites the warmth of joy of living 

red lights, January 2016 (Ed.Marilyn Hazelton)

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who knows

my little effort spurs

a new shift

gentle breeze flips pages

of my old manuscripts

red lights, January 2016 (Ed.Marilyn Hazelton)

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