The Orchid
Even in winter
when fields sleep
awaiting spring
and arrival of simple seed
Even in winter
when cattle stand
chewing their hay
awaiting the fresh grass of spring
Even in winter
when rooms shrink
and knotted energy
awaits returning warmth
The orchid uses the quiet
to flower
her beauty assumed
even in winter.
©photo and poem by carole fults
Perfect wisdom!
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