On a mission
to a land he thought
he knew like the back
of his hand, where
he tried to convert those
whose wisdom predated his
grandmother’s
grandmother’s
grandmother,
he met a woman
dressed in a shade of blue
that reminded him of
the hyacinths in his mother’s
jewel-like garden,
how those tender daggers
pierced the Earth’s frozen crust,
striving toward the bounty
of sunlight entrusted
upon them by spring…
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: adapted from a photo by
fdecomite (CC BY 2.0) via Wikimedia
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