Life's Pattern
In a corner of my garden ... once overgrown profusion of green:
spade-shaped leaves, an ivy guarded by thorns.
I never walked too close, afraid
of tendrils capturing my ankle,
dragging me into itself –
then, never free, lost in that barbed lattice.
Strange plant.
On occasion, and only at night,
it burst into bloom.
Waxy, white petals,
surrounding a flower cup,
gleaming in the dark.
Each floral chalice
holding drops of fluid,
heavy with unbearably sweet, hot scent.
For a season, this plant tangled around my heart.
And then, within life’s pattern,
died back.
I work in my garden,
potting and pulling spent flowers off vines.
Glancing at times
to where that plant thrived.
Nothing grew there.
Until today.
2 Comments:
what is it...moonbeam?
12:23 PM
if that's what you see. and that's lovely. xoxo
1:23 PM
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