I want to note the seasonal changes at our pond every day. And count the fallen tree limbs after every storm.
I want to trudge through the rain and the snow, rather than watch it from my window.
And when a bobcat and her kittens cross our field and disappear into the wetlands, I want to suspend the miracle forever in my memory…
I want to count my blessings on prayer leaves.
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Michele Karas is a poet, essayist, and longstanding professional copywriter, who currently works for a top-five US book publisher. Her poems and prose have appeared in literary journals, including Tinderbox, THRUSH, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Narrative magazine, among others. Michele holds a BA in Journalism from San Diego State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from CUNY, The City College of New York. Find her on Twitter @small_peace.
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Your prayer leaves are glorious.
Thanks, T2T. The bobcats were pretty amazing, too. Though they haven’t stopped by this season, yet. Hope springs eternal.