with words to live large by



Writers may be disreputable, incorrigibly early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.    John Updike



It was pushing through the earth

towards a diamond sky

filling my heart with mirth

I cannot tell a lie


The chartreuse hint

bearing it’s place

was quiet at first

there was only a trace


I was hopeful


and I gave it room

sweet ivy,  you surprised me

you provided me bloom








2 thoughts on “Bloom

  1. I love the quotation of John Updike and also your poem!

  2. Visiting from FMF. So important to be hopeful and attentive to where blooms might be in our lives. Thanks for sharing your beautiful post.

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