May Day by Raymond A. Foss
A simple basket of spring flowers. A token of my love. A tradition begun. And enduring.
Iris, tulip, forsythia, quince, Branch, stem, leaf, petal. Color, form, and scent.
Spring, the season of rebirth. How special, how right. My life new again. A true love found.
Sunshine after a long night, Warmth after the winter.
Primal forces, senses afire. Earth, air, water. Connection to a larger world.
We begin anew. A season of promise, A time of hope. A life in dreams.
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