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Poem: Just before me, as I write, A Rosemary bush, alive with bees gathering sweetness to take to their nests Butterflies sometimes join in the feast Another astonishing face of Gaia Magic and beauty pulled up from the soil Fragrance and colors Gifts gladly given Wherever we look there’s more

Just before me, as I write,
A Rosemary bush, alive with bees
Gathering sweetness to take to their nests
Butterflies sometimes join in the feast

Another astonishing face of Gaia
Magic and beauty pulled up from the soil

Fragrance and colors
Gifts gladly given
Wherever we look there’s more

J Marsh 2019