a flower

i dream often of the earth awakening and embracing me in its hollows

entangled there

i imagine i may feel rooted

and shoot through as nothing but blooming opulence

a delicate, wispy creature

lighter than the air, swaying melodically to the wind

and humming with the streams that flow nearby

even when the seasons quiet my splendour

my bareness is all of the loveliness of fog gluing itself to the earth as if it were home

my starkness is resistance,

the esoteric belief in the dance of light and dark

and the magic of  beginning again

– i, a flower



in 2019 we continue to be unwavering, delicate, rooted flowers. Happy New Year!


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