Remembering Pink Among The January Blues
Cold crawls down my throat
And freezes deep
Among two winter-laced lungs
Hope frozen but for
A moment
Thawed by the chambers
Of a rapid beating
Heart, pumping, forcing
Red, shaded crimson
Rises to my cheeks
And to my nose
And colors
Pink the tip
And I
I purse my lip
Just like the winter
Bloom
And I am
Slowly
Thawed, outside and in
By warm remembering
Of faded valentines
Bows
Posted on the mailbox
Declaring that a daughter has been
Born
Of salmon rushing up stream
Against all odds
And flannel p.j.’s worn
In college
Days of shades of
Pink
And every year she comes
When hope is all but lost
She pushes through the cold
And frost
And hangs a hundred blooms
Whispering that Spring
Will come, it always does
And thaws the coldest soul
Stuck in the middle of
A million signs of
January
And her deepest
Shades of blues
How I love camellias. We have two bushes off our front porch. And how I love the way you tell them slant.
Love this. Thanks, E.