misty morning

i am the high desert.

filled with life, even with the lack of foliage.

my love comes like rain.

not much, but just enough to keep the balance.

i’ve grown too used to this.

my heart is shrouded in thorns.

so sharp, that i cut myself at times.

i bloom.

i grow fruit.

but, long for more.

i want a field of wildflowers.

dandelions sprinkling the ground.

whatever chooses to take root next to me, is welcome.

at least, those were my thoughts as i walked through a misty morning.