Georges Seurat, “The river Seine at La Grande-Jatte”
Chirps of birds have turned
from plaintive to excited.
Worms dance and new insects emerge.
The bird bath splashes with roof runoff.
Dust and pollen are dashed into mud.
Tao Talk
You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
Tao Talk 
Lovely 🥹
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:) Thank you, Sadje!
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My pleasure, always
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I’m trying to picture dancing worms! :-)
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Good one Lisa…I like it. I thought of the Emily Dickinson poem about the worm. One of the very few I know. A Bird Came Down The Walk…
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Thank you, Max. Just went out and found that poem. She’s got talent, that’s for sure.
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Signs of life. Nicely done :)
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Thank you, Dale :)
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You’re welcome :)
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