Reaping

My heart is beating so fast
I'm focused directly on the trees
and the snowdrops that bloomed
out of the snow
unlike me - a late bloomer

I'm rising to the sunshine
and lifting up my arms
my face is radiant in the wind
I'm aching for love and caring
I'm thirsty for water and cleansing
my soul needs it
to grow strong and beautiful

Psyche is my mother nature
she planted my seeds -
A golden vision
elapses from the horizon
orange and yellow and crimson
my spirit is limping
I need free roaming thoughts
and emotions
to heal my crippled stems
the goldenrod that Psyche
planted is blooming wildly
freely and innocently
leaving my soul cleansed
and pure