Yesterday she looked like nothing grey limbs seeming
weary, stiff a lack of lightness in her wave
no sense of what was coming next but now this swelling
bursting out on modest stems such sudden
vital flushing flashing of abundant frill
with little semblance of green leaves to hide her blushing
Linda Conroy is a retired social worker who uses poetry to show the simplicity and complexity of behaviors that make us human. Her poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Snapdragon, Door is Ajar and Soul-Lit. She is the author of a poetry collection, Ordinary Signs.