June is busting out all over with splashes of blues and greens, warm breezes from the trees, birds singing in the air, and blossoms everywhere in bright flower hues.
Wonderful motivation at the art table and for poetry writing.
Even trees suggest change
And hold their age within bark
Torn and craggy streaks.
Roots provide strength and
Form solid identity
For willow and oak.
Standing tall in storms
Braving winter cold and wind
I Am what I Am.
I stand silent here
Witness to generation’s
Sense of direction.
Color explosion into blue skies and marshmello white clouds
St Francis oversees our peaceful patio sitting.
Illusions of roses follow me into my day.
I’ve done it again
Morphed from a cocoon still wet
New butterfly wings
The path less travelled
My footsteps once again find
A stone in my shoe
Patio sitting
Blossoms of companion love
Fruitful seeds flourish
Napkinwriter 
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