Clocks of Eden

ticking petals unfold,

ticking petals faint away

telling the time

of growth,

fullness,

decay

but we don’t want to capture

the petals that fall,

as quickly as they blossomed

and longer is the dormancy,

awaiting next bloom,

than the bloom itself

so may we capture the beauty

in every stage of becoming

while sinking our roots

deep in the rich soil

of what became

and is to become again