I am blooming not into something beautiful but someone beautiful I am blooming into confidence bold strokes of a brush I am blooming like watercolor rich hues unfurling I am blooming into openess face to the sky heart painted onto paper Now I am truly seen


The snowflakes fall where snow is rarely seen. Little flakes dissolve on the ground, they gain confidence rolling into fluffy balls gathering layering faster than it’s melting. It falls across the trees like looking through gauze dressing the branches for a winter that’s almost gone. The clouds have disappeared only a homogenous milky sky. The … Continue reading Stay