Poetry: Flowers in the Field

Flowers in the Field

There is snow on the field,
but you already see past it
to the flowers, due every spring.
bright and yellow, dancing in the wind.
It is not a memory, oh no.
It is a promise.

About this poem.

A new layer of snow this morning. But that’s not what I am seeing. Spring, in nature and in life, is always just on the other side of winter.


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