Soon will be
My blue star flower,
Filling cracks
Between places,
Under coping stones
A delicate cascade,
A filigree of pastel
Marian blue,
Born of darkness
Softening
The cold reality
Of confining winter walls.
Give thanks
For dark places
Between the stones
That give a smile
A birth unasked for
With a gratuity of grace
That faith and hope
Have fastened into place.
JL March 5. 14:40
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