In Which I Count to Ten

In which I count to ten, grateful that:

  Spider webs catch sunlight and moonbeams.

  Long-lost lovers sometimes reappear.

  Women make an art out of friendship.

  Wisdom wanders  highways and byways, like Johnny Appleseed, planting stories.

  Straw got spun into gold- giving us the Blues.

  Weather changes.

  Sloths are not extinct.

  Turkey contains serotonin.

  Frequently, accidents are not as bad as they might be.

  Love abides.

 

©2013 Christine Irving

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