Garden Letters 🌸📜

She sits beneath a hibiscus tree, writing with a gold fountain pen in her journal.

Dear Dairy,

In the hush between morning and bloom, I write

ink trembling like dew on the hibiscus edge.

The garden listens, each petal a page,

each breeze a messenger carrying what I cannot say aloud.

My words smell of honey and salt,

of yesterday’s rain still dreaming in the soil.

Butterflies read over my shoulder,

their wings signing blessings in the air.

I write to the women who came before,

their laughter woven through the roots,

their names pressed into the hibiscus veins

like secrets whispered in gold.

Between sips of jasmine tea and sunlight,

I seal my letter with a petal kiss

a promise that my softness is not surrender,

but the shape of power when it blooms.

And when the wind carries my paper away,

I know the ancestors will find it,

somewhere between sky and sugarcane,

where everything beautiful grows twice

once in the earth, and once in me.

Love,

Blossom.