Petals and Puddles
Apr 21, 2024
Clinging to the past,
parched, and yet still,
until lily’s sweet breath
cracked the hardened will.
A gentle breeze carried
the scent of fresh rain,
soft taps on the roof tiles
a caring song to change.
Puddles fill fast
on the thirsty ground,
mirroring the turmoil
and the truths newly found.
In the water’s reflection
I see my own face,
the Eden I sought
was always in this embrace.
Tears of realization
mingle with the gentle rain,
as I stand in wonder
at the world born again.
