Monday, March 22, 2010

There Are Days

There are days

when I believe in

the reconciliation of old walls,

in stone fences giving up

to the weather,

when calla lilies

are white flags

and all the grass bends

to the southern wind,

days when doors open,

the table set for tea,

telegrams arriving

that say I am loved

just as I am,

when I loosen my grip

on the cup, set it down,

turn up my palms,

and they bloom like crocuses.

-Jean Janzen

contributed by Robin

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