| Beauty may well Bud and Bloom |
| From the forget-me-not border of a day-dream garden, promise earth speaks to me of flower and fruit that could be my yield, if I would but plant stages and bury discouragement of the meek that withers quickly. Beauty may well bud and bloom in my lot, our earth, my garden. but what of these hissing weeds? ~shalome � 2004 |