Bleeding Heart

After the hyacinths and the tulips have begun to wilt Tiny tree blossoms scattered like snow across the grass, An elegant bush unassumingly draws attention With wispy leaves and strings of magenta flowers Shaped like intricate, seeping hearts. Even in our most noble efforts to remain optimistic There are days when our souls must fallContinue reading “Bleeding Heart”

Tulips

There is something about tulips An innocence; a soft blush of pastels Effortlessly blooming in neat rows or symmetrical clusters Big bobbleheads, held up miraculously By slender but steely necks. I am puzzled by the meaning of these youthful blooms: Everlasting love seems too seasoned a theme For flowers so purely joyful and childlike. TulipsContinue reading “Tulips”

Flowering Plum Tree

Even while the frost still clings to the ground Your tiny pink blossoms emerge by the thousands Covering branches with a cloak of rose-colored petals Bobbing gleefully in the early spring breeze. How I love your fortitude to bloom even as the snow falls Reminding us that the most beautiful masterpieces Emerge from the raw,Continue reading “Flowering Plum Tree”

Forsythia

I needed to see your bright, optimistically yellow flowers To counterbalance the ever-growing darkness in me; I unwittingly attached myself to hope Peering out at your long, graceful branches Swaying merrily in the breeze Competing with the brilliance of the sun. Your presence symbolizes light after a long winter New life after tiptoeing precariously closeContinue reading “Forsythia”

Hyacinths

How striking a contrast That such hopeful bursts of purple rising up from frosted dirt Could symbolize sorrow, Yet it was my heavy heart that saw them first blooming Weakened in spirit and physical strength Wondering if I would see the rest of the garden come to life When life seemed to be leaving me.Continue reading “Hyacinths”

Perspective

I was asleep, and suffering awakened me. I was unaware, and the harsh lens of reality Placed into focus what I refused to see: That life is a stairway of broken steps, Leading upward, to growth and actualization And in the fog of existential aches I lost sight of myself, completely. Now, falling backward toContinue reading “Perspective”