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.
Hot spring nights,
The world is flowers and pollen.
I walk down suburban streets and think of you.
I don’t know why my mind comes back,
Why you knowing me as I am is something I want to hold on to.
My thoughts jumble at the bottom of the bottle.
I wonder if I’ve had too much wine tonight.
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,
The sun is shining.
I roll down the windows and turn on the radio,
What you feel is what you are.
The branches wave at me as I drive past,
Spring has blossomed into being.
I let the warmth of the air kiss me good morning.
So much changes.
Winter rolls to spring,
And the leaves bud like always.
I wish my life could be like the butterfly,
Emerging into beauty like a rose on a trellis.
The wind blows, and I try to weather the storm.