20.July.26

Poppie’s hands, parched from morning’s pugging, were ready for afternoon’s preferredβ€”albeit, also pain-proneβ€”taskβ€”picking, then pruning, pot’s partnerβ€”before placing both flourishing pink and nourishing rink where their pieced peace could begin healing life’s abrasionsβ€”via implicitly intertwined inspirations. ; )

18.July.26

Eyes double-took so many repeated barrages of blinks,

Asthenopia appeared before surety held such thinksβ€”

That deduced serenity’s swan circling pond in settled syncsβ€”

Just an ugly-duckling paddle boat teasing sanity’s brinks. ; )

17.July.26

Ten weeks ago, she felt disconnected from the idea of attempting arboretum’s angled ascension, but the angel of naprapathy had, by now, not only rebonded her body’s abilities, but, as well, her kinship with winding’s willowy wonders. ; )