five-petalled flowers
pressed between two days in spring
remember that day
five-petalled flowers
pressed between two days in spring
remember that day
in modesty the
elephant’s ears hang over
it’s fine pink flowers
one morning in January
the sun rose before I awakened
so startling it felt
as though
I had missed the day entirely
and slept
whilst spring flowers
pushed through
the soil
their bright faces turned upwards
yawning from their long sleep
kissed by the sun
tenderly
tickled by the breeze
fondly
while I slept and awakened
taken
in surprise
by the new season
specious-looking sun
promising an early spring
the faintest pink blush
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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