Life Is Full of Sweet Spots

Hiding their delicate bloom

in heart-shaped leaves,

they lift their seemingly

shy heads from the forest

floor, understated harbingers

of spring after winter,

life after death.

 

Some, dressed in white, speak

of beauty and purity both.

Others, in stains of purple,

pause the viewer’s soul at the edges

of mourning, whispering

since the days of antiquity

words of resurrection and love.

 

Powerful enough to break

the mountain’s rocks,

they turn their force to deeper,

more restorative deeds—

weaving their scent and their story

into comforting robes

of peace and lasting rest. 

 

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Beautiful Strength poem and photo by Mary O’Connor © 2015