You hold a sunrise,
the edges and brightness
of orange and mellowness
of a lavender awakening
to plum; your arms outstretch
in perfect white light,
you are nested in the most
vibrant green — an entire
arboretum I could walk
through again and again,
if only I had more hours
to amble and get lost
in the beauty of a single,
simple flower.
—C.L. Fisher, August 2021
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