Sometimes pink arrives with trumpets.
Deep and throaty,
they shout out from
the back of the garden.
Their personality is unmistakeable;
tall and stately,
they command my attention.
Sometimes pink arrives with a twinkle,
with a momentary flash
that catches my eye,
as if a fairy has suddenly fluttered by.
Did I really see it?
Or, was it just my imagination?
Sometimes pink plays tricks on me.
It hides behind things,
choosing objects that are transparent,
invisible,
then takes on their form,
like this spider's web.
Sometimes pink has a job to do.
It colours the petals
that create this fortress,
to hide, from potential thieves,
a fortune of
sun-infused jewels.
Sometimes pink attracts things
that like sweetness,
like bees and wasps
and flies
...and
me!
And sometimes pink arrives
without a sound.
I notice the garden is quiet,
serene, peaceful
and calm.
That's how I know
pink has
arrived.
