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                                     Spring Again

                                     Lime leaves

                                     red ants

                                     warm sun

                                     a season spoke

                                     in endless poems

                                     None the less.

                                     Connie Marconi




Jean Bean, Me and Joe, on the steps at 4912. Look at Nana, loving to nurture way back when....

And here is a stanza from a Robert Browning poem RABBI BEN EZRA. A good one to meditate, albeit long and challenging.


Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made;
Our times are in His Hand
Who saith, "A whole I planned:
Youth shows but half: trust God, see all, nor be afraid!"