Narcissus March 20, 2022 by jbcowgill 2 House of Heart I know it is too soonto prune but dried petals wave provocatively fromneglected stems and here among the famished flowerswood smoke conspires with the cold wind. Parched tongues of starving birdspenetrate empty pistils unwilling to wait forsummer’s sweet nectar. Spidery veins of weeds are rippedwithout mercy from the cracked teeth of winters earth. Thorns scar the shoots and nick bleeding fingers tugging relentlessly at resisting roots. I know it it is too earlyto dream of June colors or a deep purple cloud burst on a sunny day. View original postShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Thank you John
You are very welcome, Holly!!!