the first flower

The first Flower

 

The first winter after a long war was cold

but today the snow was slushy the beginning of spring

It was a poor street house had not been

painted for years, not much food and the ice was

reluctant to let go of its pale grip.

It was then I saw it along a wall of flaking cement

a small solitary, yellow flower the colour so bright

it blinded me it was like I had a moment of clarity

I understood and saw it all.

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