Azalea

Here’s a poem about the spring flowers, Azalea, by Elsy, in Different Truths.

Azalea,
your magenta clusters
make me muse on
your amazing regalia.

“We wait all winter
for the regal arrival
of the Queen of Spring
to offer our bouquets!”

I know, but how come
you bloom this late
in summer too?

“O! That!
As a rule our blooms
are done in spring,
but there is a kind soul
who rains on me
showers of sheer love
in summer morns.

It goes to the pit of my roots,
to the tip of my leaves.

Flowers are my way
of saying thanks
to that loving soul.

I have tied a love knot
for her in my heart
which I won’t untie till I die.”

It then dawned on her
that not a drop of water
nor a drop of love
gets mislaid.

It arrives back home
in amazing forms.

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths