After a seasonof guts wrapped tightagainst storms,quiveringat the end of your stalk,refusing openingbecause when you doeveryone will noticethe sickly-sweet wonder of you,now you can feel the sun,but still you waitfor the antsto help with your blooming.
For Grace’s prompt to the Real Toads: Making a Heart Out of Wild Plants
This poem made me smile. Yes, indeed, when people notice "the sickly-sweet wonder" of an individual, privacy is on trial and seeds spread. An intrusion and a giving at once. To delay gratification is to have more time with the kids, to be fully who you are. The ants assist; the crowd applauds.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to feel the sun on your skin after a cold tight winter season ~ I like the idea of the ants helping with your blooming ~ Thanks for the wonderful write Marian ~ Wishing you lovely Sunday and week ahead ~
ReplyDeleteSometimes a winter can be so long and cold, that one may hesitate to re-enter the cycle of life, wondering if one has the soul energy for further blooming.
ReplyDeleteMarch of the Ants ... In spite of it Peonies bloom! I have inhaled an ant ... ugh.
ReplyDeleteLove this - the ants assisting.......the wonder of you..........as Susan says, we all applaud!!!
ReplyDelete:) Nice. There are things we would rather keep in the closet.
ReplyDeleteWhen they open, come out, it really isn't so bad after all.
This is beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteoh, thank you, everyone. :)
ReplyDeleteI adore your word choices throughout this, Marian.
ReplyDeletethank you, MZ. high praise! :)
Deletewow - waiting for the ants... ~
ReplyDeleteit's the season!
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