Sunday, February 17, 2008


He planted camellia bush,
tall and conical in shape
and Queen Anne rose,
a pink fullness;
every seed he buried
blooms, blooms deeply,
reminding us he lived here
and Spring bears witness
although it is not his ground,
his soul hovers
in pink camellia, in constant roses.

by Diane M. Moore
- Taken from Soaring, chapbook of poetry, 2005 -

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