Secret Spaces

Secret spaces.
Periwinkle flowers peer over the stone wall,
resolute against the howling wind,
and unconcerned with their hair
or loneliness or ache.
Icy fingers thaw in the sun
and random raindrops turn my poem into watercolor beauty.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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