Covid-19, Journal Writing, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

Dust Rising Day 11

It’s spring time here and the winds are bringing in dirt, pollen and everything else that can travel into our home. Every one of our hard surfaces are now covered with a layer of dust!
I picked up a hand-carved dogwood flower that my husband had carved for me, moving it carefully back into our living room. As I looked closely at its petals & branches, I saw small cobwebs and dust covering its edges. I gently waved and touched the parts with my hand and the dust was easily released and visibly gone. Reminding me, that seasons always pass.

if only by a miracle
just by the slightest touch
the dust is gone . . .

Unexpected ~

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