Today a gentle wind must needs have carried on its fragile wings
Fragrance heavy with a tender thought new breath that sweetly sings
So like enchantment that softly pushed upon an aged door,
Pregnant hope awaits another day wherein to blossom more
While nestled in some far corner of my mind erstwhile at ease
Now waking slowly like pollen borne upon this springtime breeze .
The scented air wafts fertile dreams that for brief time had been forgot
While seeming slept almost secure slumbered long yet withered not.
And so today which thus began in silent desperation
Concluded with a future hope of newer expectation.
It takes no skill to fall down on the heap of disappointment.
But knowing wait sure time will grow with love and earned contentment.
Claire V. Bogdanos 