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Gifts without ribbons
are offered with open
hands
Freely given of the earth
Sprinkled by the magic
Dust of imagination…
Intricate as a white snow flake
Who tenderly
Visit the sleeve of
my black coat
Displaying her design
a sacrifice
for one moment of
blissful admiration….
that perfect flake that
touched the wing
of the white egret
yesterday.
brushed the feathers of the
red tail hawk
this morning
traveled on the nose of
the white tailed deer….
Held in illumination
by the
pink sunset
Of this late winter
Afternoon..
Taking time to linger
in the mist of evening fog
Long enough to touch my
Face before I enter
One more perfect dream…
Enriched
by gifts without
ribbons
I rest
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