Singular, posed alone
Verdant stem slim, yet
Rooted beneath in
Survival’s growth,
She clings to her truth,
Unafraid of the world above.
May her amber blossom,
Bright, oh so exposed,
Give the eye of her beholder
Pause
Before they walk on
Singular, posed alone
Verdant stem slim, yet
Rooted beneath in
Survival’s growth,
She clings to her truth,
Unafraid of the world above.
May her amber blossom,
Bright, oh so exposed,
Give the eye of her beholder
Pause
Before they walk on
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I am grateful you appeared at my wayside to be appreciated.
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Aww, thank you, Ben. It has been my pleasure getting to know you.
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I believe so..yet, Jane Austen is a required taste.
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So elegant and with so much going on between the lines (I think anyway) I am captivated by your minimal flower poems.
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I’ve written quite a few and plan to write many more. I do adore revealing myself in this way, Sir. (So much more.)
Mr. Cake, thank you for reading me.
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My pleasure
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Thank you
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My pleasure
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Hope you enjoyed your weekend.
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I have been quite poorly (that is English for being under the weather) and I was working as well. Trust you are fine.
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I trust you’re taking good care of yourself with hopes of being on the mend. Sounds like a long sleep is a must. I’m well. I’ve been super busy, however, that has come to an end for the foreseeable future. I’ve used this afternoon to relax a little.
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That is nice. My you are formal Ms Dawn
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I believe I’ve mentioned this before, but for whatever reason….you bring the formalities out in my personality. I can’t quite get a handle on it, you know.
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I feel like we are in a Jane Austen novel sometimes. But I do find it quite endearing.
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Jane Austen…I actually feel very much the same way. And I’ve found myself pondering why. Endearing. A kind way of expressing… a cuteness.
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But wouldn’t that be a disservice
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Very nice, oh Queen! You have been hiding!
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You have been the one hiding, Indian Cowboy!♡ Thank you…
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Nooooo! You ran away !
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Me? Run away from you? Never!
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I hope so!
I would die of a broken heart!
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Aww, you’re too kind!
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Aaah!
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So pretty! Glad you noticed it and shared it here. Have a splendid Friday!
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Thank you, Debbie. I hope the same for you.
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I can just see it. In the horizon.
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I’m certain if anyone can it’s you, Susan.
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Yes indeed. Very beautiful.
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Michael J, thank you. It’s the same flower, I believe.
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I think it is. They are fairly distinctive.
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🙂
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You had me at verdant. 🙂
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*smooches cheek* I’m glad I do, Butch.
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Giving more than pause, the beauty radiant from below.
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Aww. You’re a romantic, Rob. I like that a lot. Hope you’re doing well.
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I’m starting to think that my manflu may be allergies. Working all weekend in the garden would surely explain how I’m feeling if that were the case!
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Oh, it probably is your allergies. I know my being in a forest for the last few days has had mine all flared up, but …neither of us can stay away from what we love, right? I wish I could tend to you so you’re up and going again in a flash. It’s horrible being sick. 💚
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I do appreciate your kind thoughts, Audrey! ❤ I won't be down for long.
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Good to hear, Rob. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be. 🙂
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Too much fun in the garden to be taken out so easily. 😉
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Haha! Music to my ears.
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This is lovely – it reminds me of all the moments when I’ve stopped to take note of something special – and of all the times I sadly did not.
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Yes, this is indeed where my thoughts were roaming. Even, maybe where we linger too long and allowed for another or right moment to pass us by. Lost in thinking about serendipity. Thank you for reading, Shari.
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