Farewell, Cosmos

 8 weeks of winter later,

My cosmos blooms have withered away;

Colours of courage left no more,

On a cloudy, solemn Saturday

 

I stare at those weathered buds,

Couldn’t you stay, for some more time?

Cold winds still front the hills,

Though winter is now past her prime

 

Our wishes never stop, do they?

When all trees were emptied of their light,

A tiny shrub held galaxies,

Their stars in pink, shining bright

 

Yet, my fallible heart wishes more

As if for eternity they would stay

They answer not, the cosmos plant

Its empty stalks, they silent sway

 

I move on up the boulevard

My answers lie a bit afar

For magnolias, cherry have thronged the trees

In empty nights, a newfound star

 

Some hearts, they seem to know it all:

As if, they can see the cosmos in their sky

And before we know, they have healed our scars

And left as well, with neither smile or sigh…

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5^th August, 2023