Bloom Series: Poem 2
She sit crumpled among the leaves
Flipping the colors she could and should embody
A season could be another season
This time, she chose life
Bright yellow, peach and plum
She became a watercolor washed up in the waves on a cold day
Her toes tingled yet her petals cried to the shore
And at dusk she became a shell, fragile and cream
She sunk deep into the crystals who drifted moment by moment
New hearts and old stories alike
Her eyes shimmered in aspiration
She anchored her silky ridges on the ocean floor
And once she learned the movements of the maker
she rose slowly to the top, where the foam bubbled in the sun
She took time surfing the waves
A reflection of her bloom and a cautionary tale
As white as snow, she carried her light low and far
She stretched her petals toward the horizon
She was beautiful and pure
The waves only saw her glimmer ripple afloat
