Small Gifts

“Where the most beautiful wildflowers

grow, there man’s spirit is fed

and poets grow.”

–Henry David Thoreau 

I’d like to plant some wildflowers,

sunshine wrapped by petals of snow,

a reminder of the glories of two 

seasons — warm spring days 

for lazy picnics at the park,

and the hours of frost 

that beckon us in for cozy

hours before the hearth.

My garden of flowers

might also include solid yellow

bursts, reflections of full summer

that I’ll grow three feet high,

a wall of happiness for me

to share — small gifts,

tiny seasons you could carry

in your pocket or tuck

behind an ear.

–C.L. Fisher, May 2020

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