Souvenirs in Winter

for my son Stevie

My son brought me a bag of rosebuds of which to make tea
And when the water meets them then they bloom
A Valentine's present profoundly inspiring to me
When they spread rosebud-fragrance through the room

Like the ancient breath of angels preserved
As treasure reverentially reserved
For only the highest and holiest days
I will not make tea of them after all

Instead I will cherish them sacred always
My souvenirs in winter of the fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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dear steven
a sweetsmelling poem from the loving heart
kudos
supani

dear cousin, indeed we are fortunate to have small treasures to bring happiness and love, ‘ like the ancient breath of angels….”
and we are fortunate indeed to have your endless patience, friendship and guidance, i will not make tea of them` like you dear cousin i will treasure our souvenirs in this winter of the fall, keep well dear cousin, take care greg.