and I wait
looking out on the morning sun that is peeking just beyond the horizon.
It’s been a tough year.
I feel worn out,
In the window
I see my rescued poinsettia glowing in the morning’s light.
They say you can’t grow poinsettias here in Zone 4.
They say that it’s best just to throw them out,
They say they are expendable
– a Christmas luxury to be enjoyed,
then tossed away with the other Christmas trash.
And yet, here she sits all these years later
looking out at Spring’s morning sun like me
Ushering in the month of May
she’s forgotten it’s not Christmas time
or maybe she just doesn’t care.
Using every Morning’s opportunity, her red flowers radiate
the miracle of this new day
Blushing in Sunlight’s first rays that play on her leaves
This rescued warrior
who was not supposed to live