Hibiscus past prime,
creation divine,
chrysalis of love
hatched, released
into the light.
Intricate shell
fossilizes secrets;
sometimes what’s
left behind is all
the epitaph needed.

Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Hibiscus past prime,
creation divine,
chrysalis of love
hatched, released
into the light.
Intricate shell
fossilizes secrets;
sometimes what’s
left behind is all
the epitaph needed.

A neighborhood walk
to marvel in the arrival
of spring:
just what I needed.
My furry companion, too,
raises his face
to the fresh breeze.
Trees and planted bushes
in people’s private yards
bloom in unison with
the wildflowers on vacant lots,
for heart-buds in spring
cannot help but burst
when the harbingers arrive
and announce it’s finally time
for rebirth.


A beautiful May Day,
a time to celebrate
spring and me,
the blessings He
continuously gifts,
I continuously see;
may I never lose that
heightened ability,
for with it, the awe
of every petal and leaf
seeps into my being,
and with the scents
and colors, I give back
in letters arranged
to the best of my ability
beautifully
to use the talent
He granted me,
and on this day
especially,
I wrap myself
in the love
He endlessly offers
unconditionally
and treat
myself with self-love
humbly
for on this day,
He put such care
into creating me.
He saw me through
every storm
and brought me
to the sea.
I can’t wait to see
what He has in store
next for me.
I continue to follow
faithfully,
as I have for so long
blindly,
but now all about me,
it seems,
are bits and pieces
leading
to some great revealing.
I am getting nearer
to where he wants me to be.
I’m getting nearer
to the highest form of
love and happiness
that can only bloom
from the seeds
He has planted
specifically
in me.


Buds and cocoons
can only contain
our potential for so long;
sooner or later,
we must bloom,
our colors don,
feel the rain
and the sun
upon petals and wings
and believe
that when we emerge,
love will be
waiting…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise