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promise nothing,
not spring—early
or late—nor joy.
But just for today
three red tulips
(basking on the sill)
might blossom into
song.
This poem first appeared in The Journey II: Christine Alfery Fine Art and Wisconsin Poets (2017).
Used here with permission.
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CJ Muchhala lives in Shorewood,Wisconsin near Lake Michigan, but maintains a getaway on the Wisconsin River. Her poetry, fiction, and children's stories have been published in a variety of online and print journals, anthologies, and art/poetry exhibits. When she's not writing, CJ says she enjoys gardening "using the 'benign neglect theory," and baking bread "following the 5-minute method."
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful.
Posted 03/14/2022 03:15 PM
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paradea:
Love this!!
Posted 03/14/2022 10:35 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Lovely! Thank you!
Posted 03/14/2022 09:06 AM
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Michael:
The tulips, in and of themselves, are enough! Thank you, CJ.
Posted 03/14/2022 08:36 AM
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