Tag: flowers
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For My Husband on His Birthday (or, of winter and waiting)
This winter lasts, but our time moves steadily from its first unfolding, and we find ourselves in the already but not yet of the journey. Green plants push through dirt beneath the frozen snow. Sunlight shines through windows covered with a long winter’s filmy grime. We wait for warmth and wait for wisdom. We are…
Amy Secrist 