One crocus
in the winter grass
with saffron voice
sings out
resonant
in its aloneness.
In thanks for lone voices. It’s never easy to bloom alone.
May all marchers be safe today.
Oddments
In search of story
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One crocus
in the winter grass
with saffron voice
sings out
resonant
in its aloneness.
In thanks for lone voices. It’s never easy to bloom alone.
May all marchers be safe today.
March 24, 2018 at 10:55 am
I hear the music, I applaud the conductor, just please make it louder. 🙂
March 24, 2018 at 10:57 am
I’m with you on that!