Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery.
Solitarily, arms sedentarily trembling, a fawn
who is learning to accept her limbs - those
elder trees will teach this, child: to raise an
ear to heaven, to listen to those geese fly
through seasons, to not beg to bloom forever.
Gracious things are rooted in change; those
ruminating perennials, they grieve often -
i know sweet things cannot live in silence;
even you annuals; you pray yearly - always
faithfully praying to blossom in eternal motion -
stilly recluse as you prayed to wilt with purpose.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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