Emergence

It is becoming late Autumn when
The air, crisp with the notes of Winter,
Senses a world emerging in benign blue
Like the dying hydrangea outside my window
The éclosion of their color with a softer sky
Bemoans the snowbound revelry of my silent heart.

 

© K. James Ribble

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