LIFE Poem: SPRING, by Noelle Jones

Breathing in spores in my garden.
It’s the flowers’ mating season this time around.
Petals part of the genitals that foster the seeds
Seeds being fertilized by the dirt that other flowers came from
and finally brought before the sun to flourish.
Brings a sense of unity

Sprawled in the grass
Grazing the slightly dewy material
I look up to the sky and think of a memory:

I was playing while my friend and I were seven
I ripped out splotches of grass.
Relishing the grating sound it made.
My friend stopped me
She said that they were alive.
I didn’t believe her, and continued to rip them out with more force.
I was a troubled child.

I look to the blue hydrangeas bursting out,
my personal favorites.
The white lily of the valleys,
reminiscent of the ones that used to adorn my playground like gems.
The emerging dandelions only somehow enhancing the setup.
in their fluffy, cloud-like stage.
The yellow chrysanthemums,
the favorite flower of my friend who told me about these lives.
I love this ecosystem.

I breath in the fragrance again deeply,
I’m sure I inhaled more spores.
They will return to the dirt again to be born anew.
Life is laced in this garden
Bursting with hope.
I sense of something serene is blooming within me
And I feel the hope blooming in me for life anew

Love life,
Love peace,
and enjoy the coming of spring.