Self-Forgiveness

How flowers teach me

I became the song of a hollyhock in the eyes of a daydream perched on the quiver of my vulnerability.

I became a mélange of melodic layers lightly affixed at the apex of a fluted edge. My soul covets silence and rest.

I became earth’s symphony drenched in the sound of sacredness a pause from this odyssey of evolution.

I became a sundial of shadows liberated by a sturdy chrysalis within and honored the moonset with self-forgiveness.

©️ Carolyn Riker July 2020

One more poem to share.