The Mountain Sideby Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS In winter The yellow bells dance link sunbeams on the hillside in golden light filling me with peace.The purple floral eyes emerge sparkling in deep amethyst blue of promise touching my soul.By spring Thistles replace the sunlight the soft violet blooms a sharp contrast to the stinging thorns.Despair where there was once hope. Barbs cut my legs as I pass by. I reach for the thorns, held by the pain grasping tighter.I watch the blood drain from my soul. I cannot let go. The fushia foxglove grows like embers from the flame faith springs anewhealing my soul.Through it all The ivory morning glories shine in purity in white light in hope I return from the mountainside reborn alive. Have A Great DayHugssssssDon
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