Tag: nature

  • The Flower

    The Flower

    There was a time I closed. Not all at oncebut quietlythe way a flower folds in on itselfwhen the night air turns coldwhen the frost settles without warning. Petal by petalI drew inward. Not because I was fragileBecause I knew how to survive. The cold does not ask permission.It arrivesand the body responds. Closing was…