Internal cries enveloped through the wind

Dahlias dancing to the whistling river

The horizon is overtaken by mountains

And I stand here a simple weed

 

Surrounded by dahlias

A

Trespasser amongst beauty

Yet

They don’t notice

 

Last autumn leaves fell from a dahlia tree

I joined them hidden in the dark

A purpose inescapable

What am I to do but disguise

 

Even as one of them

I remember a time where i was a hydrangea

As dahlias remained hovering in the tree

We fell to the ground

 

Stomped on in full bloom

Imperfect

Clinging to the hope for spring

Desperate to look like..

 

A purpose i have fulfilled

The hydrangeas wouldn’t risk

Sitting a dahlia

I understand hanging from a tree

 

But how much longer til spring