Magazine of memories

I saw a pink flower

In the late Christmas afternoon,

It was blooming in the grey meadow

Up in the sky.

I picked it up with my eyes

And planted in my back garden.

I nourished it with drizzling silver rainwater,

Its petals were smouldering in joy vividly pink 

Absorbing my love.

But its presence did not last for long

It left me in the same evening 

With jingling Christmas bells

Wrapping itself into warm black clouds.

And just before I wanted to ask,

Will you ever be back again?

It kissed me on my forehead

Leaving  me to wonder 

Was it just a dream

I saw it now.

25/12/24