Photo taken by author in Arlington Vermont

The Flower Girl

Aissa Martell
Weeds & Wildflowers
Oct 18, 2020

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As I walk the wind blows seemingly endlessly before me. As I reach the elm whose golden flakes dazzled me as they danced on the breeze, just ahead of me, gracefully touch the ground, where I am about to step. The wind is my flower girl, covering the walkway with gems of my youth. Always before me, the breeze stays a few steps ahead carpeting my path. If I try to catch up the golden plume’s touch remains elusive as my flower girl strengthens her gust, and stays ahead. I can hear it all around me the leaves buzzing with news, they sway and puff amongst themselves, and hush when I approach. My flower girl blankets my path until it resembles the brilliant road Dorothy traveled upon in search of what she already had. It lay upon her unrevealed, until the time came, like the fall, unmasking nature’s hidden resplendence. My flower girl surprises me with the untold promises from my childhood, now gracing my passage. The bewilderment of my innocence that melted into wonder now is a step in a dance of my experience. Though Aware of the path I walk I remain in awe of its vibrancy. My flower girl reminds me that the journey is continuous, when one mystery is solved there’s still more to discover on the breeze just ahead.

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