Gorse — Hope in the Thorns

~~ Lyra Fenelle, 20 October 2025

Even the cruelest land can bear a golden bloom.
Among thorns that pierce and winds that wither,
Gorse opens its flowers—not for the eyes, but for existence itself.

It does not wait for gentleness.
It knows the world can be harsh, and yet it chooses radiance.
Its yellow petals burn quietly, a sun in miniature,
teaching that hope is not the absence of pain,
but the decision to glow despite it.

Where others retreat from the cold,
Gorse remains—unyielding, fragrant, alive.
It stands for those who have known despair and still lift their faces to the light,
those who carry warmth within even when the season forgets them.

Hope, it says, is not a feeling.
It is a practice.
It is the flowering of courage in impossible soil.