I was sitting in my garden when I wrote the first draft of this poem. If May is turning out to be a hard month or if you feel left out of so many good things or if you’re feeling stuck in a never-ending season, this poem is for you. Flowers teach a thousand things, but the one thing they teach over and over and over again is hope.
They are living proof of hope lived out. You don’t have to feel happy in order to hope. You don’t need to rush out of long, hard seasons to experience beautiful things. Perhaps this poem is the perfect picture of your messy life.
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Published by Sierra V. Fedorko
I am a Storytelling Poet bringing you beautiful tales of life as a woman, gardener & mother. I share personal prose often examining time and the poignant moments found in the day-to-day. Sour wild grapes, sentimentality, homemade Iced Earl Grey Lattes (the kind with brown sugar), sand, Thanksgiving, strong coffee, chickens, going barefoot, and fresh-born baby goats are a few of my favorite things in this life! So welcome to the blog and all the stories that bring us closer together if only we tell them.
-S.V.F.
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