Poetry ~ Ashes

I've been absent from NaPoWriMo for a few days. I think the sadness of the times has taken a toll. There are so many families dealing with loss and are unable to comfort their loved ones in their final hours. It breaks my heart. When my heart breaks, poetry heals. This poem is for all the souls no longer dreaming and all their loved ones lost in grief.

 “This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” ~ Rumi
i am not the ashes in this box

i am the lilacs blooming in spring
the new born fawn in the meadow

i am the wildflowers of summer
the eagle soaring above

i am the leaves falling in autumn
the chill in the wind of change

i am the fire's heat on a cold
winter's night
the raven outside your window

i am not the ashes in this box

i am the salt of your tears
the space between each breath

i am not the ashes in this box

i am no longer dreaming
i'll be here when you wake

Poetry ~ Wildflowers

The Day 11 prompt for NaPoWriMo is based on the concept of the language of flowers. 
we seduce your senses
with the fragrance of love,
laughter, and death
we are mother nature's artist
painting fields and forests in 
soft and radiant hues 
we are the lovers of birds and bees
we are the ancient, primordial seed
we are wildflowers

Poetry ~ Inner Dialogue

The NaPoWriMo Day ten prompt is to write a haynaku.  A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.
Who me?
Not a chance.

You bet.
Every. Single. Day.

Most days.
I am today.

Not many.
Okay, maybe one.

Yes, please!
Let's get some!