
seeds in me open
pink hibiscus reunion
new self-love season
Poet. Writer. Photographer.

seeds in me open
pink hibiscus reunion
new self-love season
I sat among the pink today
to have the rest fade away,
mesmerized by the world within,
tracing with eyes each leaf and stem.
Concerns abandoned
in the face of trichomes;
transfixed am I
under nature’s hold.
I visit the center,
greet the stamens;
they let me hide out
in the silken cavern.
Next I intentionally slip
into the labyrinth of green
and lose myself
for as long as I wish
to be unseen.
This is how I restore
when I give too much
of me to the world.


















I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms

I do not need spring
to bring me relief
from barrenness of green,
for beauty
I can still see
in the bleak;
all seasons
year-round
live in me,
as mixed up
as this year’s weather
has proven
to be.
I do not deny, though,
that I am happy to greet
the buds of pink
popping up so soothingly,
as if showering
my healing spirit
with my favorite
floral coloring.
You spoil me,
dear Spring.
I stop my feet
and indulge in
the thought retreat,
still my camera,
and with the bees,
capture the sweet
intricacies hidden in
the blushes of
the softest of
pinks.
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Poem and images ©LauraDenise