Gracious

the true hue of any bloom is undetectable  to a conditioned view . transformation begins in the  heart . Photo: The tiny blossom of Wood Sorrel in my “lawn”. They have a lemon taste, and their yellow color is the light that they do not absorb.  © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Attend

work with the soul persists despite conditions . Photo: Japanese Mayflower in my garden Weeds are unappreciated wonders. © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Inclined

one fractal among the many seeking nourishment, a collective motion curls the fronds. yet a few cells  positioned strategically  along the stem, create a gentle motion, a slow symphony of synergy bringing all wholly into the light. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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In Sight

what i am determined to see, shapes me, as drops of rain carve hollows  in sand and kiss breathless petals. . what tides have i allowed  to sculpt  my inner tavern? how many floods  have i transformed with wave interference, glowing in a shade of gratitude,  blushing rose in half light? . what of me remains to witness  the other half  that wanders, and […]

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Captivation

indigo raiment unfolding in the deep shade a subtle blooming  fronds stroked by the wind’s warm breath love’s paint on luminous skin . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Iris from my garden. The flower petals of the iris are photosynthetic.

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