Relapse

I remember
as a petal swaying
(flirting) with the wind
and fluttered as a wing
beneath the rain.
Was not for much I wanted
just a yellow at my side
and warm the sun
so brilliant
to my shade…

Destiny wherever
I was planted…
else my seeds become
as stars -
and I the night.
I dreamed of other gardens
ivy gathered
‘round my stems
was lifted up
my loving cup to fill.

Was crowded there
when winter came -
without the cold to keep
and I was buried somewhere
in the snow -
laid to bed
when thoughts were all
of summer
(mid july)
of petals waving proudly
kisses to the sky.