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A Friend Up the Hill – For Katherine

Squirrels drop nuts
on the woodshed’s tin roof
as if dotting exclamations
for your Virgo birthday

Butterflies land on zinnias
while spiders start their webs
spinning quiet rhythms
for the changing of seasons

And we are girls passing notes
that have grown into poems
We are mothers in rocking chairs
holding loved memories close

Some years we drink tea
out of fancy China cups
Some years it’s too hot
to walk up and down the hill

Cricket songs rise and fall
like waves on a shore
Clouds clear away
a clean slate of blue

We collect seed pods to blow
though we secretly know
our deepest wishes
have already come true

_________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United

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