Spring Thread

Violet 

the pretty little thing at the end of the street 

the purest flower, innocent and sweet 

when the day meets an end she weeps in quiet 

it just happens that her name is violet 

violet works night and day

the price she has to pay

to try to keep the peace 

between the roses and the statice 

chocolate hair and vibrant eyes 

she loves me to my surprise 

i wonder if she knows i love her too 

i never want her to feel so blue 

 petals bridled with colors of amethyst 

the center of the flower, warm sun kissed 

a long stem and petals too 

her impeccable beauty, so true 

i plucked her from a garden of graceful flowers

i want to spend with her every hour

how beautiful a violet like her can be 

my violet, my friend, i feel so free

Egg Hunt 

A golden egg sits against the wind 

Waiting to be found by its lucky owner

It does not know love is found within 

It lies by itself, just like a loner 

The golden egg went through the winter 

Resenting itself more and more 

Each day passed by, but it only got colder 

When springtime came it opened a door

A little girl running along the field

She found a glistening spec in the ground 

Her heart was broken but it was instantly healed

She ran home to tell her mother just the lucky thing she had found

Searching and scrounging her whole life

Finally, she found it, in the sunkissed light

She needed the golden egg's love, no matter the price

This time was different, it felt just right

Out of all the lucky eggs in the world

Her love was found on a lucky spring morning

A promise to protect her, give her your word

Love comes to those who wait, mostly with no warning

Cherry Blossom

Glowing in the sun

It’s pink leaves fall in the breeze

Destined love blossoms

Metanoia 

There was a girl

She was shy and innocent

Simple and soft

She resembled 

A small caterpillar against the world

During the midst of summer

There was a drought

Engulfed in exhaustion

She felt evanescent and afraid

The caterpillar formed a chrysalis 

She was hidden away 

In her lonely cocoon

She wanted to heal

From the pain and hurt

That she endured

And so, she did

She bloomed into a beautiful butterfly

Covered in patterns and beautiful designs

Painted with colors of sky blue and baby pink

Lavender and ruby red 

Full of self-love

And self-care 

Ready to dream big

She was not shy and brittle

She was powerful and strong

Two glowing wings rested on her back

Who knew where she would go?

She opened a fresh chapter

Set a new story for herself

And flew away