Bluebells are here, some lowering
their necks downwards as if shy
of admirers, of intruders, of critics.
Some days, a writer feels this way.
Some days, a writer feels this way
like bluebells stretching their necks
upwards towards the arrival of summer
where life is a meadow of wild ideas.
Where life is a meadow of wild ideas,
the joy of writing is found again.
Cos’ whether facing down or up
bluebells are symbols of life phases.
Bluebells are symbols of life phases,
that it’s okay to lower your head for a rest
or lift your head and show up with your gifts;
but never deny the summer of its flowers.
*First published on Medium
