Primrose
I walk alone.
My head heavy with everything
That’s worth nothing.
I search for simplicity,
But it’s here in you:
In your closet concentric pentagons
Fixing the succulent fire of Spring,
In your five pure petal hearts,
In your hidden song to the sun.
I see the bright joy of rebirth,
The exuberant energy of renewal.
I enjoy the creative grace of the divine.
You give me peace within.