She Sits
By Pandora
She sits among the pansies under the slippery elm sunlight dancing through the leaves like nymphs and fairies at her feet a flower in her own right in the spring of her becoming roots not so deep to hold waiting for the wind to carry her to distant fertile soil where she can be exotic among the ordinary admired for her beauty til autumn dims her bloom and no new seeds are sown then she'll long for the pansies and her place under the elm Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 04:17 PM PST 0 • 10
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"She sits among the pansies ..."