I am a cow’ring flower, thinking the sun in all its gold extends itself to burn me; a rigid stem, wrestling the wind as if it meant to break me; a leaf, startled at the touch of rain, convinced that it will drown me. I am a forget-me-not, knowing little and thinking far too much.
Read more "A Cow’ring Flower"On my way home, I found I was not alone— hope climbed in and sat beside me— a silence occupied with smiling. And all around the dying sun touched the road and trees and made them gold— so much like kindness if kindness had a color. I saw my mountain, mother-like, waiting where it always […]
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