Look up, look down
for what is found
to ease the cares
and catch the tears:
little pansy,
Mary’s mourning
gave you color
but left you pure;
or, if you please,
to give hearts ease
like fairies dance
upon the sense
that renewal
is hope’s pupil.
Writer’s note: The violet/spring fairy in the center image at the top of the poem is one I have left from a series I made in the early 90’s.
Writer’s apology: To the blogs I follow – please accept my apologies for being behind on your posts. I just started a new ‘day’ job and am on the last stretch of the sequel I am writing to my novel, A House Near Luccoli (for which marketing endeavors take up a lot of my time, too). I know I am missing some wonderful writing, artwork, photography, and more, and hope to catch up as I can. Blessings to all.
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