Photos by Karen Wood
(Taken at Angel Fire, N.M.)
Bring Me an
Imperfect flower ...
You cannot do it.
For I have stamped
Perfection
On every petal ~ every leaf.
You bring me a weed,
But you don't see its loveliness
As I see it.
And you don't call it
By the name I gave to it.
Bring me a weed ~
Or bring me a Rose.
Either way,
You bring me a Mirror.
~ By Karen Wood
Beautiful. You remind me to consider what I mirror & what I reflect.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem; so metaphorical!
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