wildflowers in bloom

a poem

the sun came out to play today.
i hadn’t felt her touch in so long;
so warm, so fierce, like a woman’s
eyes.

eyes opened wide, i search
my path between the grass
and the pavement for some kind of
beauty.

beauty grows from beneath the ground.
purple wildflowers in bloom embrace
my every step. they sprout out of their own
will.

will spring come again? is this first day
of warmth a sign of her breath? flowers
run wild at her soft arrival and hope is now
awake.

awake! don’t sleep through the magic
and light that is coming! the cold
is breaking, the dark is dimming; spring will
save.

save a picture of those wildflowers and keep
it in a locket next to your heart. remember
their resilience when nights get long
again.

again, the sun sets on every day. but
it also rises every morning. the earth
ebbs and flows, but spring never fails to
return.

image from pinterest

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Spring always reminds me to be a little extra hopeful. The cold breaks and suddenly, I feel alive again.

When I went for a walk recently, I noticed that my regular path had sprouted purple wildflowers that dotted the edges of the sidewalk. Wildflowers sprouting means spring is on its way, but they also represent something resilient.

Some call them weeds, others call them beautiful, and they grow wherever they feel like it. They aren’t controlled and carefully potted, but roam free on their own accord.

Wildflowers are elegant and strong, and so, dear reader, are you.

Sincerely,

Caroline Cherry

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