I love me because I change. I hate me because I change. The seasons are as diverse and unpredictable as every one of us. The Silent rising of dawn wakes me only with its tender kiss, caressing with no expectations. How often I ignore and plow through without even a thank you. Sudden storm clouds quickly gather in frenzy. I lean in to watch with anxious hopeful eyes. Cold fronts chill in a confrontation of emotion and strike whatever is in its way. I too, must be justified. Tears fall, perhaps in repentance, often too sorrowful to find repose, flooding the ground. Yet the sky delivers its forgiving bow, an array of color, a promise of future. Fragile dandelions live on despite their lowly stature. Magic you say? I prefer, miracles.
Swirling sensations
Nature mirrors an image
We find out our own
dversepoetspub.com Capturing the magic in nature. A haibun, 1 to 3 paragraphs of prose with a haiku following. Including a word ‘dandelion’, from a list given.
mehflowers 
Lovely imagery. I suppose every day could be a miracle–or magical.
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Such is the miracle of life. I find dandelions lovely to look at, but not at my garden.
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Dandelions – my favorite flower! Every day is a miracle and magic. The senryu at the end is excellent as well.
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Magic and miracles — I’ll take both, please!
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Yes indeed the miracles of being and surviving is really nature’s hand at play. Enjoyed this tender haibun
Happy Monday
Much❤🕊❤love
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I prefer miracles over magic as well.
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Beautiful, Mary!
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I do like the three line poem at the end, and I love dandelions too. Good to eat and pretty to look at .
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I think miracles is there if we just notice them… there lies the magic.
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Magic and miracles are two sides of the same coin…and as Merril noted, always present whether we see them or not. (K)
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Beauty iS A MAGiC NoW
Nature We Co-Create
And touch no given
A Gift Present
to:
Feel
From:
Beauty
aT aLL Sunset
DRaws Morning Beauty
True Colors Beyond Sunrise Now…:)
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