Spring, a time many of us long for after a long dark winter. We grow again and unfurl our blooms… Just to have a frost crisp their edges.
Some of us weather it fine, some of us might carry blackened scars from unexpected transitions. Still, some of us might have to drop our first blooms. But don’t worry, you will grow new ones. Whispers of what once was, and promises of what will still be.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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2 responses to “Six Word Story (60)”
So very true.
Transition is never easy. But it can be beautiful, and brave. ❤