What am I to wear
season passed beneath the snow
ugly bulky winter fare
I will sing a lovely tune
to bring a smile to his face
not noisy as the summer festoon
none other than fragrance of spring
a dash of a tango
might I borrow fairy wing?
midnight song will I falsetto sing
fresh light notes
nature’s simple offering
ivory with a hint of pink
dance I’ll share with the stars
jealous be the moon I think
Today is Palm Sunday a day of newness and celebration. I wave my palm branch for the King knowing of the darkness to come.
This poem is from an old archived piece of prose, the poem is new, the photo was borrowed from my photography folder, the rose is a hint of Pink. This my offering for the wonderful, weekly, poetry pantry hosted by Mary at Poet’s United.