chrysanths roll as zephyr’s fingers
susurrate through the verdant tide,
swelling in waves beneath selene’s
silver halo—
hyacinth florets stretch upward,
the crowns of a lavender forest,
bumblebees thrumming in the
velvet hour—
roses, pansies, pink and blue,
swirl and dance across the sky,
their petals tumbling silken
butterfly rain—
i wade
soft-handed
through a meadow of
insecurities;
nearer i’m drawn,
and altogether you close—
i wait for you in the quiet spaces,
leaving gifts where the flowers bloom—
you, i choose,
always, and now.