“Spring Confetti,” read by Steven Searcy.
by Steven Searcy
The hill is solid green—
but if you amble slowly
and stop to stoop down lowly,
a miracle is seen—
vibrant blooms—lavender, yellow, white—
seen only from a child’s height.
Kneel and watch the miracle abound—
tiny spring confetti on the ground.
About the Poet
Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he earns a living working as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in Ekstasis, Reformed Journal, Fathom Magazine, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, and The Clayjar Review.
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