The Middle of May

we watch as flowers we’d almost forgotten

impossible to forget purple

colors take the place of beige and grey and brown

and we who were dormant  stuck in the path

of cold  we who were unable to tell a joke or bloom

suddenly we too emerge purple ourselves at last


Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


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