Apple blossoms from another year, just beginning to open.
The blush of new blossoms touch my heart and make me smile.
This poem was found just this morning on Facebook. It was posted by a high school friend that went on to become a published poet. Sometimes her poems and the ones she posts I don't quite get. This one intrigued me that we learn the language of sleep with our hearts half-opened flowers.
Happy Valentine's Day, dear friends!
