
We have shared many years
though I am the younger
I came upon you in the spring
you called, I answered.
Despite the wind and rain, snow, and ice
the cruelty of the knife,
you rise every summer glorious
royal red a king’s blood –
but deep within your roots
the purest, whitest heart shines.
Copyright (2019) M J Christie
First published in Intimately Intricate
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