My pretty primrose lifts her face.
She smiles up to the sun.
She shares her beauty with us all.
Springtime has begun….
Birthday Cake
A birthday cake is special,
bringing pleasure to the tummy.
Ev’ry single lick of it
is sweet and good and yummy.
Seahawks Victory Parade
The parade is winding through Seattle,
celebrating Hawks’ big battle.
The city’s vibe is zing and zest!
We know our Seahawks are the Best!
Could be a million people here!
Crowding in to whoop and cheer!
Lining ev’ry city street to dance
with strangers that they meet!
Grinning faces, ear to chin,
sharing joy ‘bout this fun Win.
We all can share our Jubilee.
Hoorah! A Super-Victory!
Go Hawks!
Daffodils
My daffodils lift up their heads…
Golden glow. And merry.
Brilliant blossoms blooming…
Don’t they know it’s February?
Bunnies
The bunnies hop across the lawn.
They nibble where they choose.
With bunnies, there’s No Contest.
They win. The gardeners lose.
Kindness
The world could use some kindness.
Kindness goes a long, long way.
So I’m sending you some kindness
and I hope it lifts your day.
Super Bowl 2026
The Seahawks faced a battle
when they left home from Seattle.
When the whistle blew, they said:
let’s just begin!
So they kicked that ball….
far…and tall…
and settled down to gain a Super Win!
Go Hawks!!!
Let a Lullaby Begin
Now close those drooping eyelids.
Now lay down your sleepy head.
Feel the gentle pull of darkness
as night spreads across the bed.
Feel the warmth beneath your blanket.
Feel contentment in your skin.
Feel the love that’s full around you.
Let the lullaby begin.
The Dandelion
The dandelion simply grows.
It doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t hang back modestly
or go into remission.
It boldly thrusts its golden head
into the world around it —
broken pavement, hard-packed soil —
it thrives where e’er you found it.
The dandelion doesn’t hold
its bloom till things get better,
and makes a vibrant show of it
no matter dry or wetter.
A dandelion doesn’t wait
for ideal growth conditions,
or think that it should meekly
follow gardening traditions.
The dandelion grows and glows
and shares with all who see
the beauty of its yellow bloom —
a joy for you and me.
Northwest Rain
The Northwest rain is falling.
It’s a soft and gentle mist.
When it rains, we hardly notice.
When it’s dry, the rain is missed.
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