Wandering through the graveyard, a soft mist settled over the ancient headstones. A slight breeze ruffled the tree branches, it's buds aching to burst forth. I could feel the ghosts of yesterday, some lost, some content to stroll the rolling green hills of their final resting place.
Amid the tacky, plastic flowers strewn about, I stumbled upon an old wooden cross. Weather beaten but proud to be surrounded by the flower bushes planted with love beside it. The beautiful pink blossoms remain inside but underneath..these lovely blue wildflowers blossomed. Defiant. Determined to shine before the pink petals steal their thunder.
Annointed by the soft, spring rain.
Beautiful words Kiersten.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourite colours, cornflower blue. Such a sweet little flower you've captured. I love how you've described its defiance.