Fragile Croci
Oh, brave town crier of Spring
bursting forth before all others
in the cold
you age
as I watch
wrinkles in your petals
still beauteous with inner glow
as you close your countenance
against the chill wind
Oh, brave town crier of Spring
bursting forth before all others
in the cold
you age
as I watch
wrinkles in your petals
still beauteous with inner glow
as you close your countenance
against the chill wind
beautiful
April 29, 2013 at 3:55 PM
Thank you, Bert. I do hope you feel better very soon. You have been having a rough time of it for awhile now.
April 29, 2013 at 5:22 PM
Beautifully said
Yisraela
April 29, 2013 at 4:42 PM
Thank you– your post was so very beautiful yesterday!!
April 29, 2013 at 6:03 PM
I love, love, love your writing!
April 29, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Thank you, Stina. I find yours very engaging– sweeps me up into your stories.
April 29, 2013 at 8:51 PM
Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
April 29, 2013 at 7:06 PM
Thank you so much for sharing this with your readers. Best, Ellen
May 3, 2013 at 8:45 PM
Ah, Lovely poem Ellen. Written so beautifully with gentle thoughtful words.
April 30, 2013 at 10:38 AM
Thank you, Arjun. Much appreciated comment and reading. How are you doing these days?
April 30, 2013 at 11:56 AM
I smile a lot for no reason these days 🙂
April 30, 2013 at 12:04 PM
🙂 Glad.
April 30, 2013 at 12:10 PM