Flowers wish not for the raindrops to detach; petals cling to brief love affairs in the fleeting overcast. Time and gravity and even sun seem against them, pull apart the bonds. But sometimes a flower simply loves the rain, the way so naturally both simultaneously bloom and glisten when so tenderly embraced.
The light is ever-present, yet it speaks to me most deeply when it flickers in whispers between the trees.
Such soothing, soulful secrets lost in the songs unheard; step outside, close your eyes, and silently listen to the wisdom of the birds. Poem and image ©Laura Denise