Efflorescence
An ordinary looking seed
Small, round, unassuming
Damp, earthy bark, dirt decomposing matter
Mossy darkness wrapped tightly round
Thru torrential rain and blistering heat
This seed cracks her outer shell letting one spinney root push into the murky wetness searching for
Space
That
Time allows
What is she? How will she grow?
Pale green stem attached to curled leaf strong enough to break the soil and yet so very fragile on the other side
He stands over her
Adjusting light and water
He wants her to grow
He loves admiring her determination
Efflorescence in real time
Her blooms almost full
Shades of blue and gold
Dipped in dazzle reflecting earlier love
He doesn't look at her
Well not like before
He walks by and smiles sometimes even smells the blossom
No longer attentive to daily needs watering pruning speaking life into her
He can't see her roots begging for nourishment choking on dried bark and matter
From her vase near the window
Her petals felt the vibrations of others he was caring for
The African violets, fragile, old and needing extra attention
The five tulips in various stages of growth, petals sturdy until a gust of wind comes along
There was another, hidden out of sight being tended to
Her leaves felt the energy of the unseen
Bloom 🌺
Can you stop and water me so I don't die? These petals are for your pleasure. You picked me. Will you no longer care for me?
Her pollen sent the message
Now she must wait to see if she dies or lives
Her fate is in his hands