…is where i have been trying to land all spring and now summer.
spending time amongst the petals, leaves, thorns and yes, even the weeds and sweat
is a place that i love to be and sadly have found little to no time for this season.
i’ve noticed her not waiting for me, however.
on she goes with growing and displaying her beauty.
she has still allowed me to gather her bouquets, sneak a moment or two
to brush my hands over the aromatics that i have tucked in everywhere, look from my window
at masses of colour, and stop for another moment while rushing somewhere
to touch her petals with my face.
right now, i’m imagining a dress made of nothing but soft pink petals.
by gina weathersby