Unasked

On things that bloom out of season

Unasked

— written for First Line Poets April Challenge on Instagram, featuring the line 'summer taught me' by @whispersfromhersoul

 Spring taught me some things bloom without a reason:
 Heart trapped behind the body’s hardest bone,
 Like whin, stubbornly soft and out of season,
 Unfolds unasked against the sharpest thorn.
 
 Summer taught me nothing lasts forever:
 Even the tended blooms begin to fade. 
 The petals and the light withdraw together,
 Forfeiting every loving promise made.
 
 Fall taught me letting go is not defeat:
 The red leaves do not fail to hold on —
 They are the scabs of wounds that used to bleed,
 Healed over, quiet, though never truly gone.
 
 Winter taught me silence isn’t death —
 It is return to self that gave too much;
 A place to rest, to draw the needed breath
 Before surrendering to spring’s first touch.

— 30 April 2026

Text + Soul © Lana E. Taylor
Steal my breath, not my words.

ᚂᚐᚅᚐ ᚈᚐᚔᚂᚑᚏ

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Sending love and light,

Lana

of Salt & Silence