After waiting through an extra hour of traffic (three lanes becoming one, road repair---black asphalt patches amidst gray concrete) I am in the garden. In front of me white flowers appearing to be daffodils are contained in a brush of foot high greens. In the center of the gaggle lives a spread of shorter grass. Adult trees with white flowers, and a red Japanese maple border the meadow’s western wall. While I feel less than perfect--- it is a perfect day; blue sky, no clouds, cool breeze. A carnival of color in front of me. As I gaze on this scene recollections of dismal days past bubble into my consciousness. In those times I stopped believing. Today, in the gentle garden I find a bit of hope. Ed Krizek holds a BA and MS from University of Pennsylvania, and an MBA and MPH from Columbia University. For over thirty years Ed has been studying and writing poetry. He is the author of six books of poetry: Threshold, Longwood Poems, What Lies Ahead, Swimming With Words, The Pure Land, and This Will Pass All are available on Amazon.com. Ed writes for the reader who is not necessarily an initiate into the poetry community. He likes to connect with his readers on a personal level. Comments are closed.
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