Ever-Spring

I spent an hour snipping flower stems,

hundreds of green stalks, some thick

but tender and others thin and

dense as sticks.  I pulled out each

bundle, released the most delicate

from webbed coverings, and the room

filled with a heavy floral scent.

As I sat amid the profusion of hues,

deep fuchsia, rich purple, soft ivory

topping the spray of verdant leaves,

I dreamed of lush Eden before fall,

back when we lived in a blooming

ever-spring with no winter at all.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2020

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