A ray of light piercing
the storm clouds
invokes thoughts of spring
and long days of summer;
a growing season
when I can, at last
lift my head
from the ashes.
Growing Season
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RED GLADIOLA 
Brilliant imagery and transitions! I especially like “lift my head/ from the ashes”.
Thanks! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. =)
Lovely poem with a twist at the end…
Thank you. ❤
Bravo! It’s obvious my blogging break was TOO long. I’ve missed your fine poetry. ❤
You say the sweetest things! Hope the writing’s going well. ❤
I’ve been pretty busy with work and volunteering, but hoping to focus on poetry again 🙂 ❤