"Beauty" by Jacita Dean 2006
The chill of these days,
I lose my flutter.
I stand firm and strong
all winter long,
Trusting spring will return
to grace me
with color and song.
It's not so bad,
please don't be sad.
These times have purpose,
they define our face.
For if no winter chill,
I'd never feel
the pleasure of budding grace.
There is a lot of warmth
ReplyDeletean encouraging feelings
coming out of this
Great poem :)
Thank you. I love this picture too...it is probably 12ft high. But I realized to myself that I take pictures like this too I just had taken this picture recently.
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