(For Rowan)

From great labor and pain

Burst forth this green flame,

Soul of wonder and fear,

Tiger Lily, untamed.

Your lion’s roar rang,

Then wolf’s whimper was heard.

You’ll take years to coax

Into brave, soaring bird.

But Cignus you are,

Black as pitch, white as cloud,

Blank paper, dark ink,

Claim your wings and be proud.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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