Sunday, April 15, 2018


So many beautiful colors
dotting the fields
turning their delicate petals to the sun
seeking someone to see them,
hear them,
appreciate their rough edges.
Love is the water
that sends their roots sinking 
in the rocky soil
anchoring them
for the days of drought
so they can withstand the wind
that will blow.
For it will blow.
There will be times
that test the soul.

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