Hope Flowers open cautiously, joyously, ignorant of the forecasted rain, content to be as they will be in their time. One may be thought of as a tragedy— to see these delicate blues and yellows topple to the earth so soon and float away— but together they are a triumph
Poem #191
Poem #191
Poem #191
Hope Flowers open cautiously, joyously, ignorant of the forecasted rain, content to be as they will be in their time. One may be thought of as a tragedy— to see these delicate blues and yellows topple to the earth so soon and float away— but together they are a triumph