“flaring briefly, brightly”
imagine, each emotion as a flower
in the garden of the heart
budding, blooming
fading away
each a seven-second life
of its very own
flaring briefly,
brightly
in all imaginable shapes
and shades of white and pink,
fiery reds, yellows, deep purples
and the palest of blues . . .
how many lived and flourished
in your heart just today?
do you know them by name?
welcome them all the same?
