Floral Philosophies

Written by Keri Stewart
Art by Isabela Kronemberger

Curb finances exchange for florets.
Mountain pose stems and sun salutation veins
awaken at a hint of the infant sun.
Soles, brisk at speed, utter silence
as they lack the flower knowledge.
A flower brain tied to springtime
with words of bouquet.
Magenta petals run and winds chime
recipes of herbal significance.
I breathe in May and exhale the awakening
of a spring-tied, May-gifted, cold-water-on-face horticulture
till my lungs bleed into the roots,
becoming one.