Blooming Therapists

 

I begged the hydrangea 
to live for me, to rainbow
the barren garden staring
through my library window.

Their umbrella clusters 
heard me as they opened
their petals to hold drops
of summer rain. 

They were bright blooming therapists
that I could sit with in my vanity,
heart’s yearning, and apologies.

Resilient to survive my lack of green thumb
they teased my darkness toward light.
My spirit so long a starless night grew
brighter with glitter and moon.

 
Now my garden is vases of dried bouquets.
Their vintage faces aged into wisdom
still teaching me to weed my spirit
of thoughts that weaken my own resilience. 

I once begged a flower to live, but it was I
who needed the shaman petals 
to guide me on how to thrive.  

©Susie Clevenger 2024

What's Going On? ~ Say It With Flowers