A Request, a Poem, a Blessing.
Sharing the Comfort of Words as the Journey Continues for One of Our Community Members.
Dear Blossom,
I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,
yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head
and her wet nose
touching
the face
of every one
with its petals
of silk,
with its fragrance
rising
into the air
where the bees,