Forging Spirit
By Madeline Wade
Green sprouts among the dry brown leaves of oak
A lonely dandelion leans into the wind
most flowers brown but one tip of bright yellow emerges
A lone man sits in the cabana with a panama hat
His face drawn down in sadness?
His heart full?
No one speaks but the voice of the wind, which we can never stop
Three women approach bringing the feminine — drinking the roses as they pass
Ahh, Life!
