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Day Lilies were a favorite,

I planted a few just for her.

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My Burgundy ones are in full bloom,

Whispering to me each morning.

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Flowers shaped like vessels can be filled with many thoughts,

These are filled with my fond memories.

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Of a very special lady,

 Mom.

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Dropped like a gift,

A seed from another.

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Slowly you grow, 

Golden petals long and slim.

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Your elegant, but strong leaves,

Swaying in the breeze.

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You grace us with your presence,

As you lift to face the sun.

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Lying in your center,

Is the heart of your being.

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Growing new seeds,

To feed those in need.

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A seed is taken, a seed is eaten,

A seed is dropped, which begins to grow.

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To again,

Feed those who happen by.

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Yesterday…

My spring yard with its many colors,
The Purple and Golds are most vibrant,
Demanding to be noticed on THIS day,
Their appearance is simply glorious.

Today…

To my list of colors, I add two,

Whites and Pinks in a showy display.

Growing on this mountain,

Despite the struggle, they make their presence known.

When you look at this little Columbine,

First appearances can be deceiving.

As with all things, striking beauty and magic.

Appears deep in the details and from within.