Thursday, August 25, 2022

Poinsettias

 Poinsettias


Our love is like the poinsettias winter bloom,

Vibrant life that is orchestrated to the disparity of biting cold.

Defiant, passionate reds pierce the drowning dark gray sky.

The contrast we have made, you and I.



My winter flower, the reminder of the joys of spring,

in a time when the world has long forgotten.


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