In the garden spring is here

bringing flowers, warmth and cheer

Every bud is poised to bloom

but one, that’s met with early doom

Its sin? That it was much too bold

and grew in soil that still was cold

Its flower in its bud was nipped

Its beauty by the frost was ripped

So it goes, but Mother Nature

means no harm, she doesn’t hate yer

This bloom wasn’t meant to be,

it’s better this way, don’t you see?

If every blossom bloomed in May

That wouldn’t work, you know that, aye?

In that partic’lar flower bed

one flower now stands wilted, dead.

(#tbt 2013. Call me Cassandra…)