INVIRONMENTALISM 🌷

Blessed be the flowers

Of the Winter Womb,

Brightening up a bleak, bare walk

Or a darkened, dismal room.

Grace of God

For giving me

Beneath this barren tree,

A purple hopeful metallic sheen,

A Callicarpa bloom.

A powder pink Viburnum ~

No tempest born nor Autumn storm

Could turn her merry petals

To fallen, short and soon.

Grateful for the Holly’s blood,

Red among its spiky studs.

And thank you for the sunny, happy Aconites

Coming into bud

As I stroll along a well-worn path

Beside the waterfront,

Below the crescent Moon…

In Love&Light, FS XOX