Spring Equinox

For the first time on my substack, we have some poetry!

I would rather be the flower
Who only knows you in the Garden.
Who you visit from time to time
To feel alive as you inhale.

Who you share your secrets with in the wind
As you watch my petals ruffle and
trust that my roots will grow firm,
withstand, and prevail.

I would rather be the flower
Who does not shorten her days
To live in your vase
So that you can feel in control
Of your own luck.

To let me live boldly amongst the
Abrasive elements
As opposed to providing the security
Of being plucked.

I would rather be the flower
Who you sit with to feel grounded
When the indoors make
You feel confined.

I would rather be the flower
Who you let live amongst the elements
So you can choose what is yours
And I can keep what is mine.