April is National Poetry month. Sharing a poem from one of my favorite poets, Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg. I encourage you to visit her website for more wonderful poems.
I hold a flower called time petals fall to earth blending with soil dissolving
I hold the sky with silence I slip into grace wind exhales her breath freely
I hold water like soft tears falling from white clouds night freeing them like bright stars
I hold melancholy close my heart aches boldly brave comes for me when I fall
I hold tomorrow with choice colors catching me prisms crack the window sky
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © Artist Christian Schloe Heart's Calling