My Wildflower Garden
a poem in an attempt to articulate what finishing another Nic Stone book feels like
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.
