it is getting cold
i have not yet opened
or so i am told.
what did i miss
when in bud phase
the sun's sweet kiss
and warm, long gaze.
yet here i sit
heart still bold
in the midst of it
and getting old.
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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