She rises from her slumber
Upon a misty bed of green.
Her petals softly spread
A burst of color in her dream.
But her quiet eyes admit
That the memory lingers still.
Her slim leafy heart opens
A soul weeps its silent will.
She shakes those bright pink petals
To dislodge those final dreams.
Slowly, she slips from nature’s bed
A flower rising, or so it seems.
Her limbs reaching forward
Her stem a slender arch.
Then her entire flower quivers
A sudden shiver on the march.
When, moment of moments sigh
She turns a dew dropped face to me.
I see her sad fading smile
For a love not meant to be.