Unspoken love

chatters happily in May,

blooming along roadsides

and spilling down embankments

from fields laughing out loud in daisies and buttercups,

walking right on through my walls

of striving and control

more easily than all the fussy gardens I know

until I’m feeling the updraft

of wildflower grace

~let go

~let go

~let go.

(Isn’t effortlessness gorgeous!)