maybe an imperfect metaphor
for they are still new,
young
not aged, hidden in the dust
but something hidden,
yet to be shown, revealed
under the grime, the patina
like brass being cleaned
or pottery after the kiln
the art emerging
their story unfolding
inner beauty shining through
the harvest worth the toil
the shine, the elbow grease
all of it worth it
when these flowers
bloom in time, bright
colors,
take time to nurture
to nourish the harvest
within
Edited September 23, 2013
under the grime the patina – v2
September 21, 2013
under the grime, the patina
September 21, 2013
their stories unfolding
September 21, 2013
an image emerging
September 21, 2013
a flower opening
September 21, 2013
an onion peeling
September 21, 2013
In the quiet moments
teaching at Katahdin Middle/ High School
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