Huddling in the long shadow of winter,
Roots tied to the dark soil.
The magnolia tree now sends a glow into-
The cold whiteness.
Its tiny purple buds candles,
Celebrating spring’s birthday.
Huddling into the long shadow of winter,
Rooted in the soil of self-doubt,
I, too, send a glow into the cold whiteness.
Tiny candles of hope celebrating my rebirth…
Soon our blossoms will be shimmering,
In summer’s incandescent.
Its meaning clear for all to see,
In the deepest despair there can yet-
Be a glow of hope!! …
The Unpredictable
Amazing and beautiful!
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My favorite type of poem. For Nature. Artwork and words. Perfect dear friend.
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Gratitude.
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You are welcome my friend.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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I am greatly grateful to you. I am humbled,
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Was my honor and you are welcome dear friend.
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