Preparation Time
Wildly busy
so much to do
the mind whirls around
and around
It’s no wonder bees
can’t fly straight
their minds
are dizzying and wild.
I’m doing my best not to let the gearing up of the upcoming holiday rush amp me up and drive me into a frenzy. It’s not easy, as that is my natural tendency when something tries to steal my focus, to focus down on it so hard nothing else exists anymore.
I Know
that you said
I don’t need to apologize
and yet the urge is still there
again and again
the I’m sorry
even unspoken
hangs in the air
I know I did nothing wrong
but I have to say it again.
I’m sorry. I love you.
Always. All ways.
Propagation
Vibrant
and full of promise
colorful and bright.
Sticky bulbs
of procreation
ready to take flight.
And every touch
that comes
spreads potential
far and wide.
The purpose of flower’s beautiful colors and fragrant scent is to draw in assistance to spread their pollen far and wide. This allows for reproduction as the pollen from one flower finds its way to another of its kind. It is a continuous cycle of potential that is repeated again and again, a delicate dance that allows the future to be build from the present… from chance and cooperation.
This is the essence of potential in all things, and something I think about often. Without chance and cooperation… there is no potential. No matter if you are a flower… a tree… an insect… an animal… or a person.
Shrivel
Quietly wilting
edges ruffled
rumpled.
The petals
still fragrant
but fading
still beautiful
but tattered
just along
curled in edges
as beauty
slowly fades.
I will not allow what happened to cause the new petals of my emotional growth to whither and wilt. These delicate edges of floral petals that are the growth of my emotional healthy and well-being are not allowed to be tattered. Not by her. I will not allow this newest affront to cause me to backslide.
Disappointment
Lack of access
and a touch of laziness
has lead to
lack of availability.
Sad to say
now it’s too late
and I’m missing
the harvest
I desire.
Due to the huge lockdown from the pandemic this spring, I didn’t get to plant the Lobelia that I usually plant alongside my pansies each year. Sadly, that means now in the peak of summer I find myself without the abundance of Lobelia that I’d usually have. I had a tinge of disappointment about that today… and maybe just a little bit of a pout on it as well.
Bright
Your love
shines
line sunlight
on my soul
and I bathe
in its radiance
as it
warms me
from the
inside
out.
I can feel the tangled knots of the drop now rising in my gut, seeking out a place to stick and stay, hide and rest. Your love is the shining light, bright and ever present, that helps keep that bundle of knots for lingering too long. Thank you for always being there for me during these times… even the ones where reaching for you becomes a challenge all its own.
I love you.
Twisting the Leaf 