Growing season

Even after the rain,

With plants that were never meant 

For bouquets,

We can find beauty.

Sort of like in life,

In times that we never imagined 

We would face,

Growth can be beautiful.

So maybe beauty comes less 

From sweet fragrance 

Or visual charm. 

Maybe it comes more 

From the way 

We grow with the weeds 

And the rain.

*I shared a version of this to a private page on May 27, 
and today I decided I wanted to include it in this “collection” on my blog.