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Early

this morning

the song of a bird

of which was unfamiliar

to me

greeted me as I was

awakening

Art Print by Gayle Montayo

drawing me close

to the window

I could not

see the One

who was singing

so beautifully

for the leaves of green

upon the trees

are so lush

and bounteous

this time of year

He is near me

I cannot see Him

But I can hear Him

call me to Him

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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One golden strand

of fur.

Is there ever only one

We love you Sammy!

strand of

golden fur?

Absolutely Not.

There are billows of fur.

Enough to make

the softest and

cushiest pillows

of fur.

There are piles of fur

cascading down

the stairs fur.

attempting to follow

as you walk

from one room

to the next fur.

Well, there is enough fur

to cover your clothes

with fur.

Golden fur has integrated

into every area

of our home

and our cars

and our laps

and our hearts.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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“I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense..” Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896 National Trust collection

If I were supping

at a small oak table

set before a blazing fire

with hot soup steaming

before my face

and warm crusty bread

with sweet butter

melting there on

and Earl Grey

keeping my hands warm

If at this table

by my side

engaging in the most

delightful conversation

were Beatrix herself

Then I would not complain

of another

gray

hazy

foggy

rainy

chilly

May day

“…and as I was quietly tramping about in the old wood, there I spotted him!” she said.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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