“White” hostas
with variegated greens
brighten
the dark, shady corner
of the house and fence.
“Bing, bing,”
they say, leaves
dancing to the breeze.
The formerly dark,
now transformed
by bits of white, light
and darker greens.
So much more cheerful
than dull dim before.
And so, with lives of joy
in troubled times
when happiness
is rare.
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Author:
dlherrmann (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
May that happiness become more frequent.
Andy
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