Solace

The heaviest clouds are memories now,
and each thorn gives up its rain.
I dreamt I saw your shadow,
a flicker at the edge of the meadow.
Every step took me hours and hours,
and when I reached you you had gone.
In the trampled grass where the deer makes her bed,
a damp and budding bouquet: peony, lavender,
strawberry, thistle.
These are the flowers of my heart,
and in new sun they will bloom.




Written by: Kate Horowitz