To the Flower Garden
blush pinks, duckling yellows, forget-me-not blues, raspberry reds…
there is something about the softness
of a single petal
the way it curves around your finger
scent descending
lingering fresh
with the delicateness on the brink of life
with the fragility on the brink of death
this is the petal way
it beckons you beyond the flower gate
(I believe some words on the first line were inspired by a poem I read awhile back. It was beautiful. I cannot remember the title or who wrote it. So here is a shout out to the author who unfortunately shall remain anonymous.)