Witch cloud bends low on
her broom as a wee dragon
tries to steal her hat.
© Osquer Campbell 5 April, 2021
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#NationalPoetryMonth
(Look to the right of the oak tree.)
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
Witch cloud bends low on
her broom as a wee dragon
tries to steal her hat.
© Osquer Campbell 5 April, 2021
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#NationalPoetryMonth
(Look to the right of the oak tree.)
Branches scratch at the
memories of sunsets past.
Some old wounds still itch.
© Osquer Campbell 4 April 2021
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#sunset
a chilly morning
a mug full of hot tea and
a lap full of cat
© Osquer Campbell 3 April 2021
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I shared a smile
with some not so shy violets
I met by the road.
© Osquer Campbell 2 April 2021
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Getting garden dirt
under my fingernails cleans
shadows from my mind.
© Osquer Campbell 1 April 2021
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I wrote this a few months before Mr. C and I first "met" on Twitter, before the first time he called me "Sunbeam." Feels prophetic in retrospect.
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#haiku
I've been working on my skylight garden: succulents in mugs on the left, herbs (🎶 "Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme..."🎵) in the middle and flowers on the right (violas and bellflowers). I will take the rosemary and thyme out of the cups when their roots develop. I have about 1,000 baby violas in the planter out front from seeds that dropped from my spring plants; so I dug a few up that would have been crowded out by the geranium anyway and planted them in a pot. 🌱😁