spring angel

for my daughter, Ophelia

Be calm, I've learned.

 

Each word placed like seeds in damp soil.

 

The bees buzz frantic but the flower remains still.

The tree sways but the roots remain firm.

 

Waves only stirring on the surface.

Be gentle, I began to teach.

 

A smaller version of me dancing by my feet.

 

Sit still my child, be wooed by my voice.

Plant with me your own seeds in the soil.

 

Nourishment, my spring angel.

 

Be free, you’ll learn on your own.

 

- addisone