AS IF IN A DREAM
THE LOVELY NARCISSUS
APPEARED
BESIDE THE ROAD
A LITTLE MIRACLE
COME TO LIFE
ON A WALK
WHERE I WONDERED
WHAT WAS
TO BECOME
OF ME,
JUST ONE
TINY STALK
WITH THREE BLOOMS
AND A BUD,
A PROMISE OF
THE FUTURE, AWAITING
THE SUN,
IT WAS A SURPRISE
CONSIDERING
THAT THE
MONTH OF
JANUARY
IS RARELY ONE
OF BOUNTIFUL
BLOOMS,
AFTER ALL
IT’S WINTER,
OR SUPPOSED
TO BE,
WE ALL
KNOW
THAT THE
WORLD HAS
BEEN TURNED
UPSIDE DOWN,
AND NOW OUR
COUNTRY
THE SAME,
AND WHAT IS
THE NAME
OF THIS TRADGEDY
I ASKED,
PLUCKING THE
STEM
WHILE THE
SUNSHINE
BEAT DOWN ON
MY SHOULDERS,
I MIGHT HAVE
BEEN BOLDER
IN FORMER
YEARS,
OR PERHAPS
IN TIMES TO
COME,
BUT THAT
PARTICULAR
DAY
A LONELY
GIFT
WAS RECEIVED,
ONE THAT
BROUGHT PURE
JOY
FOR THE WONDERS
OF MOTHER NATURE
ARE THE SEEDS
THAT FEED
MY SOUL,
THE LOVELY NARCISSUS
APPEARED
BESIDE THE ROAD
A LITTLE MIRACLE
COME TO LIFE
ON A WALK
WHERE I WONDERED
WHAT WAS
TO BECOME
OF ME,
JUST ONE
TINY STALK
WITH THREE BLOOMS
AND A BUD,
A PROMISE OF
THE FUTURE, AWAITING
THE SUN,
IT WAS A SURPRISE
CONSIDERING
THAT THE
MONTH OF
JANUARY
IS RARELY ONE
OF BOUNTIFUL
BLOOMS,
AFTER ALL
IT’S WINTER,
OR SUPPOSED
TO BE,
WE ALL
KNOW
THAT THE
WORLD HAS
BEEN TURNED
UPSIDE DOWN,
AND NOW OUR
COUNTRY
THE SAME,
AND WHAT IS
THE NAME
OF THIS TRADGEDY
I ASKED,
PLUCKING THE
STEM
WHILE THE
SUNSHINE
BEAT DOWN ON
MY SHOULDERS,
I MIGHT HAVE
BEEN BOLDER
IN FORMER
YEARS,
OR PERHAPS
IN TIMES TO
COME,
BUT THAT
PARTICULAR
DAY
A LONELY
GIFT
WAS RECEIVED,
ONE THAT
BROUGHT PURE
JOY
FOR THE WONDERS
OF MOTHER NATURE
ARE THE SEEDS
THAT FEED
MY SOUL,
SO WHILE
THE ODDS ARE
AGAINST ME
THE EYE OF GOD
DECIDED TO
BLESS A POOR
SAD SACK
WITH A SPECIAL
GIFT,
AND GIVE ME
A LIFT,
HOW DEARLY
THAT
SAVED MY
LIFE
ON THE WINDING
ROAD OF
MY DREAMS
ALL SHATTERED
AND BATTERED
LIKE THE HUGE
WAVES THAT
BEAT UPON
THE SHORES,
I TURNED MY
MIND AROUND
AND COUNTED
MY OPPORTUNITIES
INSTEAD OF
IMMUNITIES,
WALKING
THE ROAD
WITH MY
TINY WHITE BLOOMS
I PICTURED
SUCCESS
AMONG
THE SAD TOMBS,
CALLING A
MAN WHO HAS
GUIDED MY
PATH
AND SEES
THE BRIGHT
LIGHT
IN THE
SMART
AFTERMATH…
I SUPPOSE
THE RIGHT
WORDS
FOR THIS
TURNING
AROUND
IS THAT
I WRAPPED
MY HEART
INTO THE
SWEET
SOUNDS
OF THE
SHARP
SAVVY BRAIN,
AND THAT
IS NOW
WHERE
I WILL
ALWAYS
REMAIN.
©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2021