Floriography
I am a flower unfurling
Though only so far
But the scent lingers in the air
Brushes past the stymen and the petals
And maybe, you think
It’s okay to pick this one next
And add it to your collection
Of dying roses
Fading lilies
Dew still wet on the drooping petals
I am not sweet like them
Or open
My roots are steel in the ground
My stem is not for breaking
Leave this flower where it stands
But come back
And look
And maybe later
If you bring water and care and light
And gentle hands with no expectations
This flower might bloom for you
