A moment to appreciate, The poppy by the garden gate, Not planted there by human hand, But blown in at the wind's command. As bright and pretty as can be, A touch of serendipity.
A moment to appreciate, The poppy by the garden gate, Not planted there by human hand, But blown in at the wind's command. As bright and pretty as can be, A touch of serendipity.
Angela Jelf... 
You’ve captured the beauty of such moments in your poem! It’s so easy to miss those moments, and I thank you for your lovely poem, Angela, that reminds me to be more observant and willing to pause.
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So kind of you to say, Kathy. Blessings to you x
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