The mountains
I've reached
Stretched higher
And the flowers I've planted
Became soggy from April showers
The wind that blows eastward scatters
Leaving me to believe
That spring might never leave
The early November shivers
Still strike with might
But the sun's generosity
Hasn't failed me, yet
I have bleed so dearly through the winter
That wildflowers are not enough
To weave me together once again
The constant welcoming of bees
Are beginning to fill the empty space
Without interruption or warning
The butterflies came
From inside me again
Hiding in greenhouses feels less scary
And my heart beats louder with the
Possibility of playing in the rain
I wish upon every dandelion
For another warm day
As the sun wraps me around
It's warm embrace
YOU ARE READING
Snowflakes in Spring
Poetry𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸�...
