May slips in unannounced
humming
bringing style and verve
as last month’s voice loiters
in a sad corridor
released from the cast.
A bouquet of white and purple lilac follows
freshly cut and arranged.
Their sweet scent lingers
long into the night
exciting
young noses
singing
a new song.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
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