Wellness space…

In front of my sister’s biz, the day before she moved out of state to start a new adventure. Getting ready for my own move next week to greener pastures with my kiddo to get some writing done and food in the ground – exciting and busy times require we stop and remember our roots. And to smell the flowers when you can.

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”

An Ode To Spring

Where Lovers Begin – An Ode to Spring
Poem and photo by Gabrielle Price

He races the sun to kiss every inch of her,

Through leaves, eyelets of light adorn her skin.

The warm breeze caresses them; tickling,

Where all lovers begin.

Together in a field of soft, thick grass

sun warmed and the scent of earth;

Mingled only with the aroma of her delight,

The trees and sky, their home and hearth.

It is said that all lovers begin here,

Where each cloud is a kiss, each word; a bee,

Where soft moans signify the arrival,

Of the opening flower that hails the spring.