Dying crocuses, alive
bright, swaying,
bright, swaying,
glorious in their fading
becoming transparent
in the mid-day sun
Like rice paper blossoms
or ones of thin phyllo dough
becoming transparent
in the mid-day sun
Like rice paper blossoms
or ones of thin phyllo dough
like wet spring rolls;
dying ever so graciously
at the foot of the cross
dying ever so graciously
at the foot of the cross
Edited July 24, 2013
“Rice Paper Blossoms – v2”
April 7, 2010
“Rice Paper Blossoms”
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