noticing the rosy rim
a round thing
draws my eye
creamy whites and gray shaded stone
line
hefty thick-rimmed glass
comfortably cradling
remaining
precious and fertile
soil
of summer past
holding seeds
of basil
yet to come
–elisabeth connelley
Elisa's Spot 
It looks like you are planting seeds and more seeds here in so many blogs in 2015. You are bursting forth. 🙂
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Thanks for your comment! I neglected to comment back as, while from a distance–and probably truly, I didn’t see them as seeds, but as a moment by moment manner of coping with noting small good things, as life on life’s terms is currently scary. I rather feel like a liar.
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