Most every work day for more than 11 years, Dena wrote a love note, poem or other thought, on a napkin - and tucked it in Marshal's lunch - a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009, Marshal started typing them up. It became our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart. Then, in October 2015, Marshal retired, so the whole dynamic changed. Dena took several months to re-evaluate and decide what she was going to do. Since she is also simplifying, she is in the process of incorporating all 8 (including this one) websites into one. With that in mind, the poetry of the napkin is now joined with her art and/or photography images. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Spring Awaits No Clock

Upon the end of winter’s nod and blink
buds of purple, plum and pink
appeared and opened to share fragrance

Sweet enough to match the beauty
more intense than one would think

Like lotus floating in the air
tulip blossoms suddenly there

On the tree that sat with knobby twig
through winter’s short days
cold, rain, or fair

Spring awaits no clock or human
just blossoms forth when it can

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