I strive to be grateful for all
that has survived, content to listen
to the sound of heaven releasing
as the first fall rain turns drought-drained
dying grasses slightly red;
quickly now, another change
occurs, and a long held beige
begins to green.
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(C) Gudrun Mouw
These Santa Barbara County mountains, east facing, their backs to the ocean, stand like monster waves about to fall onto the land. Beach parks fill with weekenders even though pandemic cases have doubled. How long has it been since we were able to take breaths of gratitude and now another mass shooting of innocents?
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A calm, overcast morning casts a welcome change. Alas, no needed rain only a hint of moisture, yet I linger over a second warm cup. This is the world of my life: quiet, grateful and old. May all be greater than less. May all be kinder than unkind.
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Wind has seeded spring with Lupine, Poppies,
and Purple Sage. The sun is warm, but cold breezes
bring anxious news of the world’s worst,
current and violent dictator. April flies in every direction.
Be ready….May impatience flip to mercy.
-Gudrun Mouw
Courage! A big north wind has invaded our land. Chill attacks my bones. The world crashes into conflict. Humans die; many more injured for life. (c) Gudrun Mouw
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