Black wrought-iron gates
In front of aging brownstones
Keep blooms behind bars.
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Brave tulips, upright,
Marching in place to a war
They can never win. |
Faded mauve tulips,
With their back-curling petals,
Open yellow hearts. |
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 Blue and White |
 Squirrel Nest |
 Blue and White |
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Magneta redbud,
Fluffy pink crqab apple skirts,
Dance in the spring breeze. |
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Spring sun and blossoms.
Rapidly thumbing his phone
He blindly passes. |
The cracked, dying tree,
Its throat choked by ivy vines,
Still tries to sprout leaves. |
 Spring Lace
In the soft spring wind
The creamy petals eddy
Across my black shoes.
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 Cedar on Roof |
 Water Towers in Spring |
(Local German-language Church) |
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 “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life” (“Ich bin der Weg, Die Wahrheit, und das Leben”) |
 CitiBikes |
 Little Giant ladder on Smart Car |
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Gold forsythia,
Frothy waves of plum blossom,
Against pale blue sky. |
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Nancy Hoffmann began studying Zen Buddhism in 1992 and has dedicated this site to meditating on what she sees and believes. She is not averse to sharing laughter as well.