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Sweet scent, unseen, drifts,
Hidden small flowers blooming,
Whisper, “I am here.”
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Tea Olive
Bear … 12.29.2014
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The humble Tea Olive’s
Shy flowers,
Veiled by her leaves,
Her delicious
Apricot scent,
Is carried by the
Drifting mists.
I stand,
Quieted,
I, also, am a tree,
Waiting,
Grateful.
Cool perfume
Flows,
Eddies wash my face
Eyes closed
I wait as
My Mother
Gently smudges,
Cleansing,
With her
Touch,
Soft as smoke,
Sweet,
As a dream,
Sacred,
This prayer.
Humble December Tea Olive ⓒBearspawprint2014
Taste The Morning Fog
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November is gray and gloomy.
A changeable wind pushes the smaller cars
Drunkenly about the high way.
No need to shade one’s eyes from
The Golden October light. It’s gone.
A glowering darkness falls bringing
Cold damp.
There is a chill in the morning fog.
But stepping outside my backdoor…
That divine scent!!!
Blown hither and thither …
Tasting the fog … Ahhh
Is that apricots?
The Tea Olive is blooming.
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