Speak

Speak

Don’t tell me…

Rise

Bloom

Speak

with beauty spoken

eloquently

by the lovelies

mingling among the stepping stones

not shy of the statues

of men and women and angels frozen in time

who silently admire the short-lived, splendor-clothed flowers

who whisper beautifully

the dead language of

the Garden of Eden.

N. Wilynn Thomas 3-27-14