Blessed be the flowers
Of the Winter Womb,
Brightening up a bleak, bare walk
Or a darkened, dismal room.

Grace of God
For giving me
Beneath this barren tree,
A purple hopeful metallic sheen,
A Callicarpa bloom.

A powder pink Viburnum ~
No tempest born nor Autumn storm
Could turn her merry petals
To fallen, short and soon.

Grateful for the Hollyโs blood,
Red among its spiky studs.

And thank you for the sunny, happy Aconites

Coming into bud
As I stroll along a well-worn path
Beside the waterfront,
Below the crescent Moon…

In Love&Light, FS XOX





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