Bury the bloom
Bloom
Exuberantly,
Extravagantly
Unashamedly.
Fill the air
With fragrance and colour,
Light and joy.
Catch the eyes
Of all who pass.
Stand proud,
Juicy-stemmed
Head held high
Filled with flowers.
Fade.
Wilt at the edges
Lose your freshness,
Wither and brown.
Droop.
Dry up
Drop petals
Shrivel.
Die.
Eyesore & dust-trap,
Wait to be thrown out,
Discarded.
Rot.
Not rot.
Buried deep, covered
In cold soil
And darkness.
Silence.
Moisture seeps,
Drips softly
Into the grave.
The corpse plumps,
Swells a little
Sends out snakes of root
White and thin and hairy,
Seeking nourishment,
Anchoring the body.
Wait.
Slow.
Slow.
Slow.
An itch begins,
An ache for light.
Stretch.
Strain,
Break the skin,
Breach the shell,
Reach, reach up.
Light
And cold.
Seek the light,
Grow upwards
Reach outwards.
Break.
Open.
Bloom.
Live.
A lovely poem for a new season, spring!
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