Tending Flowers
I tend the flowers I keep
even in winter's chilly sleep
bulbs well protected from the winds of the north
anxious to burst and blossom forth
and bloom radiant displays
thru winter ice and cold arrays.
A tiny crocus, a thick hyacinth, young snowdrops
stretch their green blades up to pop
shoots rising in anticipation of the sunlight
warm and gentle rays stretching in the window
enticing their growth to continue.
Just beyond the holidays that slow
inched up despite December snows
breathing anew in January throws
a flower appears and scents
the birthing of a usual springtime event.
It is life, so precious and real
that makes us smile in gratitude of its appeal
and like a babe about to be born
we hold it cherished flowers with thorns
indescribable and unimaginable divine forms.
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