A frost had already settled late that night Into the tenth hour, when most would be sleeping All was quiet and cold on the front When the stars presented themselves, you presented yourself to the sky I imagine as gracefully as sunrise Quiet and unsuspecting, it sprang on us like an early spring
When winter turns to spring and daisies push their way through the dirt when the transition is done I'll think of your fight to push through life, yet open yourself up just as flower petals open to this world Even though you passed in winter, spring will remind us of you After a harsh winter, spring will be there to guide us, whether we've made peace with the season, whether we're ready and however early We'll pick daisies to take you with us on this spring's journey
For my dear Aunt, who passed away earlier this month. She was 39, but had a long fight with Cystic Fibrosis. Her favorite flowers were daisies :)
A bruised body doesn’t hurt as much as a shaking soul and trembling heart. It’s the winter in me. My ice-covered mind is too cold to think properly and my hands so frozen aren’t able to reach out and hold spring.
when the rivers green early in the morning of obscure season fountain up to weave the clouds blue, and the roses rouge give the arrayed passengers solemn hello, mild adores from Narcissus and lilacs make wild grass rhythmically flew, when sun spatter gold ness to heart of people coming through and humid on petals remnant from past night rain shrewd to make the robust mountain shine under occasion to give the blinking eyes clue I will let myself to think upon you. considering our doings during years like ghost forlorn comes and go while it is neither spring nor summer day that smooth breeze opening the door to bid the winter’s storm out…out… memories long, long… breaks out by strong typhoon, so… I would be persuaded to assess: my hard-hearted angle, on some occasions, maybe it is possible to forgive you!