Blossom
Here in my hand I hold
A fragrance with petals
gold,
A softness, a breath, a
touch,
A lightness weighing nothing
much.
To you would I this blossom
send;
On you these golden petals
spend
As tribute to the soul of
spring,
A fragile, precious, holy
thing,
A love, a gentle living part
You've made to flower in my
heart.
(by Jo Anzalone 7-26-1967)