Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Lenton Rose
A time to reflect,
earth looks forward
to the resurrection,
the lengthening of days.
Tulips spring forth
from their winter's tomb,
bluebirds lift praise songs
in the poplar trees.
Purple and white blossoms
nod their heads
along a stone sidewalk,
gems in a garden.
A girl's tears fell
on the snow,
angels turned them
into the Lenten Rose.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Wishing all my blogger friends a blessed Lent season and very happy Easter!
Brenda
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