There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
– Jane Austen
We trust the bud will bloom.
even as we see the thorn-tipped
leaves holdfast the tender-heart,
enclosing the fragrance
underneath the tightly wrapped
silk until, one morning,
the dew will call to waking
the full blossom and scent-tinged
beauty, unfurl the petals
of another joy-giving rose.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2021
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