bluebells

bluebells, my love
that’s what you are
charming, quiet
brief

well
perhaps not quiet
but deep down, I admire
your inability to be silent

i lower myself
to the earth
for one flower
and find
a carpet of blue
and I had thought that blue
was for only bruises
but you
brush off your bruises
choose to use
your time for play
instead of dismay

not tall
or proud
empowering the ground
you are everything I wish
i had the guts to be
you are wind-filled petals
you are present
you are free

when the tips of the trees
turn orange, brown
and the leaves begin to fall down
i know, it is time for you to leave
but you do not really
leave

disappearing
slowly
when you have grown
when time moves on
you are gone
until the next time
the air warms
and spring sings

i hope i gave you
wings
i hope i showed you
beautiful things
i hope, next time
you bloom twice as high

what a sacred thing
it is
to be alive
and decorating dirt
with sweet-scented petals

bluebells, my love
i pray you be gentle
as you learn
as you grow

when it is time
for you to go
i will only hope
you continue to grow

18:50 - 23/03/26