Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Wandering through the bushes, my thoughts wonder on it’s own in a daydream,as I come across an unopened flower, refusing to flourish in the know season.

I feel alone for the flower,as the berries are rich and juicy, appel’s glimmer green and silver, I walk away with a strange feeling, looking back.

Changes at the end of the season make wander near the water bank, seeing something familiar, a soft gaze falls on a flowering flower, so late in the year I’m stunned and surprised.

Her beauty and nectar is attracting all bee’s and butterflies, as the last of it’s kind, bending down beside this glowing nature, I ask, why now?

Don’t you see? It was not my time, we all have our time to blossom, to be of purpose, mine is now, as the last of the season, I know my time is now and not sooner.

There is a time of resting in the shadows and a time of shining with the sun, you wish upon a flower, but as you are still your nature will know when it’s time to step out of the shadow and shine we al have to flourish eventually.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 19/3/2021