A kiss of life 27-01-24
One silenced February morning,
strolling through the barren fields
he glimpsed amongst mangled thorns
a flicker of dull yellow,
its smiling eyes and flashing grin
a mellow beacon in the grey.
Despite weathered petals and the weight of snow,
its face still yearned to feel the sun's warmth
searching for the rays to break its icy cocoon.
In generosity he marched over,
clasping its petals in his hands,
feeling the ice melt and slip away,
fondling gently the softness underneath.
In satisfaction he sauntered onwards,
his footsteps ringing merrily on the frozen earth
continuing through the fields and frost
toward the roaring hum of the removal van.
One summer many years later,
as the click of a walking stick
rattled wearily along a muddy path,
an old man returning to his childhood
looked up to see, in shock,
a field of sunflowers,
laughing and swaying in the breeze.
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