just a hint of pink—
all day I fall in love
with the unfolding
*
it looks like waiting—
betcha the caterpillar
has a different story
*
the heart opens—
but first it erases
its list of shoulds
*
and what is it in us
that keeps opening—in each
blossom the next seed
*
kicking off
its shoes, the heart loves best
barefoot
*
oh foolish woman
who saw a prison here
instead of a playground