How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness 🖤

and the closed bud shrugs off 🌷
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:🌸

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious☆💗 🌺☆   🍃

~ Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together
 
















💗 🌺☆ 🌷