In March, I wondered if you would make it…
Dried gray leaves, remains from last year’s blossoms.
I brought out the scissors, attempting to give you a trim,
persuade you to come back to us.
Slowly, you began to show signs of life,
Fresh green leaves sprouting among the gray…
more green, day after day.
Your soft calming scent floating on the breeze.
Soon, your flowers came, inviting the bumble bees.
At first just a few, each day more and more…
and then the honeybees.
Did your wafting scent bring them here?
I sit here, watching the busy, yet calm work of the bees.
Grateful you came back to us.