Jean Ewing Kuhn
Natures Colors - Poem by Jean Ewing Kuhn
breaks forth in
seeds sprouting through
earth in an array
of colors - white to black.
Yes, I have a black call a
lily that blooms every Spring,
and though it's in the minority,
it blends well to enhance its own beauty.
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