The flower is deep purple

With tinges of yellow, speckled across its

Tiny petals



The soft velvet pieces curl,

Slowly, to present the couple stems of pollen

Ending in a bulb.

Standing firm in the ground it waits

Patiently for fall, then winter

To take it away.



Slowly without so much a whisper

It begins to fade.

A light lavender then to a sickly pale

No color at all as its wilting

Body gives out.



And so now it lies decomposing

Beauty-less, on the cold, hard, earth.

Unloved and unknown,

Waiting, to sink, slowly

Into the dirt. To have each petal shrivel and

Disappear,



To leave a mark where a stem once lay.

But now is there no more.