My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela. I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.
Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.
My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela. I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.
Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.