by Katherine Hawley

Created on: May 02, 2010

The flowers were pink and it was April, 

I knew their scent of jasper, of spring, 

Living in the desert they contrasted with the red dusty ground, 

Once they grew in my garden, 

Not alone but with orange and yellow flowers,

They poked out of the ground demanding their share of the land, 

I was never much of a gardener, 

the leaves would tilt and fray, 

but when I saw these flowers, 

I knew that hope would stay, 

Juniper too, and orange and yellow, 

till sun will come and burn,

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