My Wildflower Garden

a poem in an attempt to articulate what finishing another Nic Stone book feels like


A field of wildflowers full of multiple colored blossoms sits in the foreground. From the left and to the center are bushy trees and green grass. The sky is white to light blue and partially overcast.
Photo by Mina-Marie Michell from Pexels

Is full and overflowing with blossoms,

Spring has not yet begun,

But this is what your writing does to me,

No matter the season.

You are like the sun’s rays equally

warming the seeds under the cool soil

of my exterior

feeding them energy, giving them life,

inspiring them to grow and break the surface.

You are the air that greets and nurtures them

upon arrival,

and the rain that slakes their thirst – to be seen,

to be loved, and acknowledged.

Your writing, your words

are magic

that embraces me, stirs me up,

energizing joy, and infusing freudenfreude

fertilizing happiness.




Librarian and Information Specialist by day. Queer writer of poetry, sensuality, personal experience, and health by night. Instagram @tolbert_on_medium #BLM✊🏿