SuziCate's Musings

Patience

She spirals like her lovely flowers

Life and death dance among the pleats of her skirt

She holds her heart in her hollow stem,

Sipping the rain and smiling in the sun

Time steals in with the night

Children laugh, old women cry

And the men go off to work

One by one the petals drop

While she clutches the seeds of life in her hand

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