Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum

We dare to be different

in hues of blue.

But we begin in green,

growing white as lambs wool, pink as dawn, or

shifting shades of plum.



Then we whisper

with the chance

of changing into smomething new.


When Sun is done

warming the earth

we welcome drying

into something permanent,

something to be savored inside;

a souvenir

of summer.


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