Author: Nola Published: about 1 year ago.
Tags: poetry, hope Category: Poetry

Bruised petals cannot bear their scars for long. Curling into a shroud, they brace themselves for the return journey to ashes, to dust.

Yet in the crushing, a fragrance is released, sweeter than a perfect bloom, richer than the life before.

I gather fragments, inhale their breath.

(This poem appears in the book Veils, Halos and Shackles edited by Charles Adès Fishman and Smita Sahay, published by Kasva Press, 2016.)