is there a place

more hopeful than spring?

the newly formed petals

seem to whisper words

i’ve never heard before.

 

my heart is opened.

i look at them,

they swallow my sorrow,

they soothe my pain.

 

please tell me again

that beauty doesn’t affect us;

it’s a human necessity,

like food on your table,

like the air you breathe.

we were made of it.

 

dying and blooming,

over and over again.