The Flowers Are Coming Again

A poem

My inspiration for the poem — The flowers. Photo by the author.

The flowers are coming again,
little, green are they,
waiting to turn purple soon.

Spring is not here yet,
but they will come —
messengers of the
season of colors.

Slowly, one by one,
the buds will open,
giving birth to
sepals and petals,
melding into one —
we call them tepals.

They will call their friends —
bees and little insects
I will never see.
It’s their secret playdate.

I only see the colors,
green to white to purple.
But sometimes, my friend
the wind will whisper,
carrying a message —
the message of fragrance.

I will go closer,
only to be blinded again
by the beauty of purple.

Then, one day, a petal will fall.
My heartbeat will pause.
Oh! They have started leaving.