a little at sea is me as I sit in this gorgeous sonoma day— wittering birds sun shining trees slight breeze— coming down slowly from hard days past. worrying—a loose noose ‘round my neck while letting in nature’s gift slow ly oh. the sea is me.
there is something about the softness of a single petal the way it curves around your finger scent descending lingering fresh with the delicateness on the brink of life with the fragility on the brink of death
this is the petal way
it beckons you beyond the flower gate
This poem is posted in honor of International Women’s Day. It is a reminder for you and me :) that beauty, softness, and vulnerability are also strengths.
(I believe some words on the first line were inspired by a poem I read awhile back. It was beautiful. I cannot remember the title or who wrote it. So here is a shout out to the author who unfortunately shall remain anonymous.)