delicate white flowers
dotting my landscape
today
tomorrow
amid the thorns
tart dark fruit
A poem for my friend Beth, who has often reminded me of the simple value of the poetic. And for her daughter, whose appreciation for the wild berries on the edge of my yard a few summers ago makes me think of her every time I look at those promising buds.
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I'm honored. :) So glad I come to mind when you think of the poetic...and touched the beauties of the berries make you think of S.
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