it will redden. you’ll see me –
through the heartbeat of the sun
I’ll come to you.
hello will sprout from morning’s
highest, bluest vase: tulips,
yellow and long-stemmed,
like kites,
like joy.
it will soar (how high
is happiness?).
in my hand tomorrow
will shine,
rainbowed
with new beginnings.





















....all I could hink of was sunshine when I read the title to this one, Nicci. For arrivals are usually accompanied by radiance and joy. All the primary colors abound in sunshine, and many more, but it takes a prism to refract the colors and a prism of heart to discern them, and I can think of no one who does that better that you. Such bloom! 




















beautiful beautiful as always. You always make me smile even when I'm feeling blue, as usual.











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