started the morning with the poem.
brian suggested one about "BLOOMING"
in the early days of winter,
one more bud pushes forth
the lone "lo how a rose e're blooming"
upright on a thorny stalk
days go by,
holidays
snow days
school days
more holidays
the bud stands, unchanging.
in the early days of spring
the petals, dried and crisp
still stands
upright on a thorny stalk
now a memory of hope
making way for new growth.
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