you were the first snowfall in winter your fragile soul broken from a haunted past like a rose amongst thorns, teaching me how beautiful it can be to bloom after the frost.
bare feet on warm pavement, white blooming hawthorn, the audible hum of honeybees, black bats silhouetted against piercing fiery blue, hot air thick with perfume, birdsong and pollen
tonight I fell in love with the fullness of the moon the roses and the sky.
Some plants, they bloom in the summer. Others— in autumn or spring. Oh! But you my dear have weathered through so many struggles. You will blossom through so many others.
-A. I. Myles 1o June, 2019 @athenaeumthoughts
Remember friends, not all pains or struggles are external. Don’t give up your fight.
what a smile a splendid grin lovely eyes letting light in a laugh like butterflies flying from an airborne stone. a touch like warm snow a blanket to move and mold a voice like blooming dahlias hair soft and curled arms to fold around me comfort and joy in your embrace love is all the more sweeter with you
i inhale until the ashes turn white like the pure once driven snow now muddled gray my lungs scorched black cannot bloom no flowered prose can escape my lips dry and cracked earth i want to rest and let these embers die crackle and go out but they hold on to my labored breath trying to ignite again.
