I found this reckless beauty,
at the beach,
bloom wide open.
Her fragile petals blew wildly
in the wicked wind
as she fearlessly
faced the waves.
She’d blossomed
in her own restless time,
oblivious now
to who’d missed this
singular moment
fearfully waiting
for fairer weather to arrive.
No matter,
those waves
or that wind,
not to her.
She faced forward,
brilliantly being
a bloom wide open
for anyone who cared to enjoy,
but mostly for herself.
~ 2013.04.12
She’s beautiful!
🙂 *i* certainly fell in love with her.
That’s cause your a lover of beautiful things. You have an eye that catches some things that others don’t. I like that!