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  • Writer's pictureLaura Lyn Donahue

A Birth of Loveliness

The swollen Harpeth

Rushes under me and I over it

One of us more cautious than the other


Yellow Tennessee Wildflowers

Dress fallow fields with splattered sunshine


Mighty Oaks, Maples, evergreens tower over head

Each extending its tip-top limbs toward the other

A handshake

An embrace

Completely entwined

Their shade beckons

I heed the call

Dive head first into the tree tunnel



White steeple still stands behind the eclectic farmhouse

I look for it every drive

A spiritual dimension

a deeper depth of field

The good news poised and positioned for all who see


My world cannot go unnoticed

A lack of appreciation

Easily shatters the mirror

Its intoxicating reflection demands attention

Every twist

Every turn

Loveliness is birthed again and again


I will not dash past her allure

She will never cower from me

She will call

I will answer

and

I will drink deeply from her well

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