Thank you for giving me reason to rise

You and the Cyclamen flower.

Your tiny coloured learned heads,

Of pink, white, wild lilac or red.

Wait for nothing.

Deep in vibrancy, bright with reason.

You hold yourself through every month

Against the weather of each season.

When all else hang their pretty heads and shiver

Your upright body is the image of hope.

Peeking through the dying stems of other life

that cannot cope.

You, and You, stand faithfully in my dark hour.

Bestow upon me a glimmer for my day.

You rest yourself tall in your tiniest flame,

As you’re seen effortlessly gathered

With your crowd again.

Alone, you stand with equal power.

An example of life.

A little flower.

I drink green tea. I wet my cheek

With a single drop that continues to leak –

And this must stop!

When to crawl from my bed

With the ache in my back, my soul and my head.

Keeps me from wanting to find you.

My dear sweet flower,

You grow in me too.

And even in a storm you grow,

When I try – to justify - my shallow skin.

I could seek more of your hardy bloom

And place the power of your life

In every corner of my room.

Reliable ones’ dependable souls

That poke your crowns through ice and snow

And breathe in all the air around.

Whatever is there, and still you grow.

With your heart shaped leaves and your heart on your sleeve.

Infinitely giving out to me - The joy of life.

I do love thee.

Thank you – for giving me reason to rise.

For brightening my view as I sit and gaze

At the shape of your colour and the life l have made.

The vision of your dance that moves in my sightline,

Gifting your glorious Élan

To my old cloak of shame,

And yet Triumphantly

You lift my hidden spirit

Out from its’ shattered frame.

Come Gather more in my garden.

Let my eyes play, with your upward facing petals

Innately twisting to curl your display…

With modesty - you stay - in your favourite spot

Under the shade of a tree.

Your kindness reaches me

And there you watch me fall,

In love with life

Because of thee.