The Night Before Spring

The sweet aroma of nectar fills my nose

Its wrinkly texture brushes against my skin

A soft, buttery colour seeks my eyes

Petals as soft as a newborn's chubby cheek

Unique and special in its own way 

Delicately swaying in the evening breeze 

But then, the night enters and the flowers fall asleep

And as the sun welcomes the new spring days 

Flowers awake