
I won’t focus on shadows.
I won’t hide my head.
I’ll open to the sun
like the tiny phlox
that blooms,
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I won’t focus on shadows.
I won’t hide my head.
I’ll open to the sun
like the tiny phlox
that blooms,
even on cold days, Continue reading

raindrops reflect
returning sunshine
like blinding diamonds
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half of the petals
are open, but the rest,
have yet to bloom
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unfurling bravely
raising face toward the sun,
before the rain
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in a gray world of
cold rain, a splash of yellow
is a warm moment
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the sun shines
after days of rain, flowers
the spring wizard
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before March goes,
let’s dawdle, linger and grow,
like the crocus
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inside the poppy,
lies a dark purple pulse
a secret heart
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scattered fall seeds
are counting the days till spring,
like me
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