April 24, 1976
The synchronicity of my life continues to baffle and entertain. I was looking through some of my old journals this afternoon and came upon something I'd written 37 years ago today. It is as timely now as it was then.
April
Prelude to spring
Buds full to bursting
Carpets of color
Tickle fancies and feet
Minutes to hours to days
Ocean's rhythm
Seasons
A continuum
As vital as a heartbeat
Within touch or in solitude
The river runs deep
Knowing this loves exists
Beyond the everyday
Is a simple joy
Worth more than any fortune
Today the words are for my husband Rod, the delightful bear who has surrounded me with love, warmth, laughter, and good food for the last three decades.
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