Each Door-Step has its own blossoms
Inspired by Beate's lovely gift to me of Nell Dorr's
"Mother and Child"
"Each Door-Step has its own blossoms
And these are mine.
The fragrance of their breath is the air I breathe
And their roots go deep.
Yet here is no new kind of flower,
For every April smells of lilacs
And every mid-summer of the rose.
We are each of us brought forth by the same mother,
The human creature after his kind..." -- Nell Dorr