“I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.”
From Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska
My Beautiful Life
I walked alone this afternoon.
October’s velvet light slipped through
The shade of a Big Leaf Maple
And tattooed my arms with shadow.
Erratic winds stirred the branches
And a scattering of leaves fell
Like confetti before my eyes.
They danced minuets in rhythm
To the crosscurrent of the breeze
In their tan and yellow dresses.
They twirled in celebration
Of my life, my beautiful life.
And when the wind died, they stopped, as
I walked alone this afternoon.
Good Blood, Bad Blood 
That’s beautiful! We must always keep that attitude even in the midst of our trials. Thanks!
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Such lovely, gentle words. Yesterday, I felt this very same feeling of grateful celebration as I walked through the autumn woods.
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Beautiful John! Hoping you are doing well. Same treatment? Love your “word paintings” :))
Julie
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Hi Julie. I am well. Continuing with Dara/Velcade. Going to Oakland/SF for Christmas. Love to you, Susan, and David.
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So peaceful and graceful! You really capture a magical, natural moment.
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