The greening of me
takes on delicious proportions --
apparently.
It's as if I ate too much quiet rest
so NOW
I need wear jonquils as crown
and be robed in cardinal song.
Yellow sun flows the veins
of my life's blood
with tears
copious and gold
rising as a treasured behold.
There is no container HUGE
enough
to drink from this grateful cup
until i open my hands
and hold out my heart.
mj 3.27.16 poem and photo collage
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- Posted by mindyjourney
- Mar 27, 2017
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