Silence
is the subtlest language
alas,  most of us can't grasp
its hidden message!

The pressure to create constantly
makes those creations feel disposable

when you said
nothing matters
I didn’t know
you
meant me too.

Suspended in air
humming birds at a feeder
sipping sweet nectar

Petunias

Another flower that
is near and dear
to my heart.

Black and purple little petals
Fragile.
Lovely.

You used grow in my yard
in the house I grew up in.

So pretty.

What a contrast
to the chaos I
was enduring

Inside.

Harsh is the morning,
its promise still unspoken
a sea of toothpaste white
scrubs a beach not fully woken