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03/24/11 - (2)
Ikebana
Can you believe, jubilant Linda — Eternal spring of my ever-rejuvenating exuberance — How, just yesterday afternoon, a mere breath of hours ago, You and I, hand cradling hand, were serenely circling Seiwa-en, Those sacred, majestic lake-graced fourteen acres Hidden amidst the Missouri Botanical Garden's glory, Being dazzled, dappled, drenched in the softest shadows, Cast by the pink and white ikebana of Japanese cherry trees, As we strolled beneath a sunny, cerulean seventy-degree sky...
How, now, this frigid, snow-spitting morning, Into which we've awakened, on leaving our cradling sleep, So drastic a blast has disturbed yesterday's arrangement, And how, in our most expanding, fantasy-laced imaginations, We couldn't have conceived that those satiny pastel petals Would metamorphose into flowers of winter's revisitation — Snowflakes blooming everywhere around us, Heralding another efflorescing of pure, clear harmony and peace, In which our spirits will blossom, in their eternal spring?
03/24/11 - (2)
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