Saturday, January 23, 2021

The Hyacinth

 


 

dormant, waiting

arriving, absorbing

into my very being

catching the light

 

nourished and nourishing

in its loving touch

 

starting to

unfurl

uncurl

 

born,

reborn

each moment

I take it in

 

borne

with love

bearing

its love

enveloping me

in its soft fragrance

 

the wilting

tilting

lilting

in its own melody

 

bidding adieu

with a simple

I love you

-
22 Jan 2021

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