Not all arrivals shout their name—
Some bloom unnoticed, slight and brief:
A blade of grass, a yellow flame,
A trembling bud, a newborn leaf.
But lean in close, and you will find
A quiet brilliance taking place—
Spring writes its wonders, line by line,
In every overlooked space.
Thank-you for reading.
Brnda Marie
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Published by Brenda Marie Fluharty
Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master and energy healer. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda loves to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences through her writing. She is the author of several dream journals and "Rise Above: a Seven Day Journey to Overcoming Self- Sabotage".
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