when the sky clears up
trading gray skies for sky blue
and the brisk spring air
skips over your tongue,
purple, pink, blue, red petals unfurl,
slowly,
sweet honeysuckle filling the air
with the heady scent of beauty
until the petals stretch out
to its neighbors,
gently touching hands,
as the blue skies turn darker
and the petals retreat,
waiting for the next morning
to blossom again
efflorescence
Chaos of Life 