Inspired by Linda G Hill’s Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Day/week/month/year
There was a knock on the door,
I opened it, you smiled
wrong house you said, you have pretty eyes you apologized
the wind blew the door shut after you walked away that day, not me.
I opened a window and called out hello
you stopped turned around waved
and called who’s there, it’s me I said pushing the curtains away,
it was morning, it was Spring it was starting to rain.
I planted flowers
you cut them down
I never noticed until they were all gone, the bees cried a little
when they came for them at dawn.
A day, a month, a week a year
you saw me in the blink of an eye
a shadow in a garden, a misty figure in a hall.
I saw you forever, I always will.
4 thoughts on “The Flower Thief”
Beautiful, intriguing, mysterious, engaging. I love it. ♥️
I am glad you enjoyed it, in the end I felt sorry for those bees…isn’t that funny?
Oh yes. The bees sure need sympathy these day.