Can you recall her?
Elfin sprite, youthful innocence.
Sipped happiness
from rose petals tipped toward sun.
Turned acorn crowns upside down
savoring drops of morning dew.
Danced with snowflakes
tasting cold on outstretched tongue.
Cup your wizened hands
‘neath steady drizzling rain.
Raise them to cracked lips
eyes closed, sip deeply.
Recapture hope.
Written for dVerse Tuesday Poetics where Paul asks us to pen a poem about “drinking”; being as creative as we wish with the word.
lillian the home poet 
Beautiful.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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The closing in this made me smile and seeing the scent of the bloom…
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Very nice. Sipping happiness and sipping it deeply.
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Nature’s elixir…love it!
Cheers,
Mark
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Ahh yes. She must be recalled and often I think.
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I do recall her. This poem reminded me. Well done.
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Very creative and such a beautiful white rose. XX
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