Dogwood Goodbye
Deep in the woods I buried a flower
Far below the leaves and scattered bark
And planted a wish that Spring might grant me
Fearing by May all would be dark
Through the snow of a fading winter
A twisted sprig broke toward the sky
Carved on its trunk were tiny letters…
“The gate’s now open—your time to fly”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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