Blossom

Blossom

Even the word bubbles

With colour

Daub the world

In wonder

Paint a soulful picture

Change everything

With a brush stroke

Love is an artist

Waiting to be revealed

As the beauty

At the heart

Of all things.

Take care of me

I am the fragile flower

Easily crushed

Torn petals

Have a tragic beauty

Blown in the wind

Carried far

They can be mistaken

For windswept memories.

Bloodstones

Can be newborn wishes

Catch each one

Send it on its way

They will be tossed

In the wind until

Their resemblance

Is one of stardust

Scattered in majesty

Blossomed in celestial

Mystery.

Picture me

As a teardrop

Capture my undoing

Arrest the sadness

Of my decline

Recognise the design

Of possibility

With a brighter palette

There is a portrait

In every landscape.