Lessons from a flower

A purple flower peeks through the white snow,

A point of color on bleached canvas, 

Signifying winter’s windows have come to close, 

and spring’s door is opening its lock.

Its color takes me by surprise.

It doesn’t belong there, yet it feels so right, 

so inviting. 

I feel as though its petals are inviting me closer,

ready to confide in me a secret 

that is available to anyone

who is willing to listen. 

I am here now to listen.

I want to know what gives it the audacity,

the confidence to bloom when all others

would rather stay indoors. 

She whispers, “confidence is not the key.

Nor is audacity my angle. 

I did not intend to be first, 

Nor do I care how long I last.

I bloom simply because it is my time,

there is no other way.”

So simple is her philosophy.I’d like to learn more, 

But my mind has too many ideas,

and soon, she is just another flower.

I dare not forget her,

But I fear I might.