the forget-me-nots keep wilting, keep blooming
tiny blue petals / my gold
they are stolen by the wind faster than i can collect them
faster than i can tuck them away in my bag, keep them safe.
i wish to dry them in my flower press, pin them in my journal
preserve their hues, their satin surface
but so many are missing, i let them go, didn’t i?
perhaps one day i’ll see one dancing in the wind
while i run down 3rd avenue.
perhaps they will surround my canoe on swan lake-
one for each note.
perhaps even the wilted ones will find their way back-
perhaps the september rain will bring more-
this time i won’t let them go.
this time i’ll hold on tight.
I am currently 19 years old and have spent most of my life in western Colorado. Besides my time in Oregon the past year and a half (for which I am so grateful), I consider myself a Coloradan at heart and felt called to move back to the colorful, sunny state. Most of my inspiration for my work is derived from nature, my faith, and the human experience. I enjoy sunrise runs, cat snuggles, writing (and re-writing) late at night, and listening to audiobooks and music. I hope to become a published fiction author in the future and am taking my goal one day, and one word, at a time.