New Sweet Griefs

Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost, 
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky) 
who is unaccompanied and stationery. 

Solitarily, arms sedentarily trembling, a fawn 
who is learning to accept her limbs - those 
elder trees will teach this, child: to raise an 
ear to heaven, to listen to those geese fly 
through seasons, to not beg to bloom forever. 

Gracious things are rooted in change; those 
ruminating perennials, they grieve often -
i know sweet things cannot live in silence; 
even you annuals; you pray yearly - always 
faithfully praying to blossom in eternal motion -
stilly recluse as you prayed to wilt with purpose.

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

Sawyer Fell


18 years old

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