on a whim, I turned left
to walk beneath the magnolia
spilling pink-hinted petals
into a differently scented morning
than if I’d just
gone straight ahead
© Sarah Whiteley
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Changing directions can indeed provide some wonderful surprises in life…love this.
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…….and when I’ve done that, have rarely regretted it. (Why am I suddenly thinking of Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”?) Beautifully conjured, Sarah
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thank you! I think I need to make an effort to diverge from the routine more often – I usually end up being pleasantly surprised! 🙂
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loved this Sarah, it immediately brought to mind a massive flowering tree I remember vividly from South Caroline, magnolia, dogwood, cottonwood, I do not know, a tree with white flowers LOL.
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I’ve always had a fondness for flowering trees – I love dogwood in particular 🙂 happy you enjoyed this!
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Oooh, I LOVE this.
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(i was almost afraid i was gonna meet a statement on this page 😉 ).
Nice turn on this turn
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🙂
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thank goodness you did.
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definitely thank goodness 🙂
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I found myself walking in the woods when I turned left in your poem. Magical.
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🙂 that made me smile – thank you!
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