17 June – Petal heart

A serendipitous moment,
when something in nature
mirrors another, familiar shape
and all at once
takes on all its meaning and metaphors.
This time it’s a forgotten fragment,
just a piece of discarded rose,
easy to miss in bank-side bramble,
but plucked out in triumph by you.
“It’s a perfect heart!” you say,
and I think to myself as you hold it –
this is like my heart, petal,
cup it gently, but safely secure
for it’s a fleeting, fragile-edged thing,
more flower than flame after all.
Cherish its lingering fragrance,
keep company with its translucent beauty,
I trust you with it completely
for as long as its bloom remains.

17 June - Petal heart