There are times I am held
amidst a field of flowers
hands raised to touch their petals
smelling in the scent of their gentle beauty
as birdsong fills the silent moments
and crickets sing their own harmonious tune.
I am held in reverie
half waking and half asleep.
I smell the scent of fuscia, chartruse, and cornflower blue
and I can see the curious shades of
lilac, jasmine, and summer rose.
Though my eyes are closed, my heart is open
and I find myself equally blessed.
In the long cold months of winter,
I linger there despite the icy tales she has to tell
I cannot feel her frigid fingers fumbling toward my heart
for I see and I smell
with all the freshness of the original encounter
right down to summer breezes touching upon my skin
I waver not, in my memory
for I hold it as close to my heart as I do my own name
forever etched, a part of me – essential to my very breaths.
It matters not what circumstances I find myself
amidst the hardness of rock and steel
surrounded by the harshness of winter
for their beauty lingers upon my skin
and beneath my very breath
I have never tarried far
for the beauty that I have always known
has found a way to wind itself
around my grateful heart.
© Sumyanna 2017