Daisy Chains
Daisy chains won’t save me even though daisies grow on a hill pillow-soft, their feet embraced by nutritious earth, even though they’re bathed in showers of sunlight, even though their petals reach out to me in silken exclamation points, even though they’re sweetly pliant as I bend and weave them together into a long line of hugs. Daisy chains won’t save me but still I place the hug chain around my neck, the goodness of earth and sun against my skin, a feathery amulet against the world. *** Photo via Pixabay Continue reading Daisy Chains
