The Hyacinth

 

 

dormant, waiting

arriving, absorbing

into my very being

catching the light

 

nourished and nourishing

in its loving touch

 

starting to

unfurl

uncurl

 

born,

reborn

each moment

I take it in

 

borne

with love

bearing

its love

enveloping me

in its soft fragrance

 

the wilting

tilting

lilting

in its own melody

 

bidding adieu

with a simple

I love you

-
22 Jan 2021