I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.
Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth.
This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,
And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,
As May ushers itself in.
Life is long and short,
And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.
I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.
They are me, beautiful in our imperfection.
Life is a box of tissues.
Tulips are here,
And the sun sets on Myrtle Avenue.
Cherry blossoms line the walks of the botanical garden.
This time, I see the flowers that bloom in adversity,
There’s something enchanting about your skin,
That holds me in thrall.
I am a bleeding heart in the summertime,
Small and quiet and swaying,
So beautiful, impermanent.
Let me be your perennial bloom.
I watch flowers unfold.
It is a curious beginning,
The way they come to life.
Like the rocks I balance on in the stream bed,
The water slowly flowing,
And I watch flowers unfold.
Wishing and waiting for spring to begin.