and this is how nature
starts to breathe a little easier
its cold inhales in barrenness
and exhales in blooms
God does leave fingerprints
unlike anything else
because they are seen to the human eye.
His thumbprint a primrose
pointer finger a lilac
middle a carnation
ring a daffodil
pinkie a rose
He smiles in sprigs and buds,
and if there has ever been a time to
re-anything
reevaluate,
rethink,
restart.
it is now.
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
