Friday, March 25, 2016

Carol A. Hand

Breathing in the frosty air
With birdsong echoing everywhere
Sunlight revealing budding trees
Grateful for spring mornings such as these

drawing hugging tree 2

Awed by the beauty and wonder of earth
Sensing this moment’s incalculable worth
A bittersweet feeling as I greet the day
Morning will pass too soon
‘Though I wish it to stay

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About Carol A. Hand

What matters are not the titles I’ve held or university degrees I earned or the size of a house or bank account. It’s really what I’ve learned from ordinary people like me whom I’ve met along the way. They taught me to live with gratitude and give thanks for each new day.
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10 Responses to Friday, March 25, 2016

  1. sue says:

    lovely. the poem and the little tree hugger.

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  2. underswansea says:

    Wonderful Carol! Take care. Bob

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow, this is so lovely Carol! Outstanding! 🙂 ❤

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Rajagopal says:

    Nice poem, Carol. Happy Easter to you and yours…

    Liked by 1 person

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