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.