From a little silver foiled packet
spills dreams of coloured petals.
Pressed gently into the soil
by water and sun
Morning inspection – nothing.
Morning inspection – green emerges.
wishing for bunches of ruffled perfumed silk.
Morning inspection – only leaves.
green … no petals yet…
Weeks melt into memory.
Morning inspection – a swollen bud
filled with images of sails
and skirts of flowing vibrance,
sweet, sweet fragrance.
Anticipation of morning ruffled petals
as the sun peeks to see
Morning inspection – a very fat caterpillar.
I don’t have very many negative moments… this was one of them. Being hopeful and then realising what I was wishing for had been taken away by something so out of my influence.