Rebuilding an empire

My house is smiling
with
Strawberries in her teeth.
Peony petals in her hands.
Music hanging from her ears.
A crown of children.

Smiles from the westward window as sun drops into
sweet tea glasses
sitting on
warmed wood
farm table.

A crumbled empire rebuilds
with blue sky,
yellow fields,
whispered prayer,
butterfly wing,
And determination.

Nothing is in ruin
that cannot be rebuilt
by a spring day
and submission
to joy.

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