under the grime, the patina – v2

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

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/under-grime-patina.html

September 21, 2013

their stories unfolding

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/their-stories-unfolding.html

September 21, 2013

an image emerging

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/an-image-emerging.html

September 21, 2013

a flower opening

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-flower-opening.html

September 21, 2013

an onion peeling

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/an-onion-peeling.html

September 21, 2013

In the quiet moments

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/in-quiet-moments.html

teaching at Katahdin Middle/ High School

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