Eternal Bloom

I am a little flower caught in an invisible web, hanging until I can’t anymore

Dissonances take me down but I drop gracefully

Slowly, the way I drift in the wind, moved by the rain

Holding loosely to a thin thread, no anticipation, letting go

I was meant to fall

One little flower, one string of spider’s silk

Left in place for a time, listening to the storm, waiting for the sun

Elemental harmony endures, it’s decided with the seasons

Only a poem can keep me

I am an eternal bloom that fades away

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The Elderflowers look the same as last year, the very same scene after rain that inspired me last June. I made a song then and used the pictures in a music video that I shared with my family in Austria. My grandparents enjoyed it, one of the only songs I ever shared. I promised them I would sing auf Deutsch (in German) one day.

The song was played at my Oma’s funeral just a few weeks later, on June 22. She passed away suddenly on June 16. This time I wrote a poem with her in mind… Ewige Blüte.

There was a lot of rain today after a nice week of sun, the blooms are so full and fragrant. I never get tired of staring at petals, waiting for insects and birds to surround me. I am a part of my garden. Just like my Oma, who loved her garden roses so much… she wanted her ashes to be buried there.

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I like to think that every day of June brings more flowers, greenness and growth.

Everything becomes music and poetry. Even sadness turns into something beautiful.