Blooms In
I met someone once, who showed me why the flowers bloom;
And why it is so easy for buds to break through the early spring snow.
I was afraid, and said nothing. Yet I am there, whenever I want to be, in that moment.
My hand touches the cold snow and I can feel the earth is warm, underneath.
I sweep the old grapevine leaves away, and feel with my hands for life renewing. The crocus and tulip bulbs gently break the surface of the soil and meet my hand. And I think, who were these people? Did they have dreams like me?
Time slows down for the longest moment, and I am captured in the truth of that moment. Crystalized forever, the imprint remains.
D.Goodman
A Brief Unforgettable Moment Contest
Contest date 12/2013
Copyright © Daisy Goodman | Year Posted 2013
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