The First Flower
The first winter after a long
war was cold
but today the snow was slushy
the beginning of spring
It was a poor street house
had not been
painted for years, not much
food and the ice was
reluctant to let go of its
pale grip.
It was then I saw it along a
wall of flaking cement
a small solitary, yellow
flower the colour so bright
it blinded me it was like I
had a moment of clarity
I understood and saw it all.
In the windows of old houses
curtains and on sills
flowers in pots and empty
tins humanities need for beauty.
I must not forget hasted home
find a piece of paper
and wrote it down.
So long ago now, it was 1946
and people were friendly
we had suffered together and
survived.
Jan Oskar Hansen is a
published poet from Portugal.
Enjoyed the first verse, it said it all. Yellow inspires such hope. Thank you for your share, Ralph.
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