morning glories

the seeds settled

haphazardly

on the dark, brown earth

pieces of gold

rich, with hope

that life would

tangle itself

into beautiful bouquets

open,

every morning

and close,

every evening

quiet reminders

of how everything

that ends

must first,

begin

the ebb & flow

I've spent the month of March living in poems. I loved the reason for every word - it fed my soul.

This morning though, as I searched for words, I couldn't find any. I thought, maybe its time to begin something new in April. But then I remembered - April is the official month of poetry and its Spring. That's my answer to everything lately - its Spring. How can anyone be at a loss for words when its so lush outside?

When I think of Spring, I remember Nariwa. While driving towards Koreatown to Olympic Spa, I remembered the balcony that extended from my apartment bedroom. Grey, dreary balcony. I dusted the railings, hung my blankets and futons out to dry in the sun. And made a space for a bed of flowers that Spring. I needed that memory. Its good to remember that I had once been able to plant and nurture a beautiful living thing.