poetry, writing


Tender plumeria blossoming in the late-spring heat.

Their five-petaled flowers slowly unwind and spread out like the sun’s rays.

Yellow and white and pink and orange line our walkway.

Their delicate blooms dance in the afternoon drizzle,

the raindrops roll down the massive leaves.

As the rains grow heavy, the flowers yield,

falling to the ground leaving an aisle of heady fragrance,

With nothing more to do until another round of buds come in.