A Dogwood Blossom
Trace the contours,
the edges of each petal
come to the point, indented
dipped in darkest red.
In legend, it is said
that each white quartet
is living memory
of the cross
where Christ once bled.
c.Darlene Moore Berg
Filed under Easter, Nature, Religious
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