Unfold the seasonal petals
of your snow-dusted bursting bloom!
Reveal to the clamoring
my warmly fleshly
the clear benediction
of a cold bell chiming.
Hodie! Venite adoremus,
Christus natus est!
(with thanks to Gwendolyn Brooks who wrote, “Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”)
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Hello. Your poem reminded me what I was saying to the plants as I bedded down the garden before snow and cold engulfed my place of tranquility. Very nice blog and I like your writings.
Thanks for stopping by, George. May your new year be a good one. Peace.