Here’s a poem about the spring flowers, Azalea, by Elsy, in Different Truths.
Azalea, your magenta clusters make me muse on your amazing regalia. “We wait all winter for the regal arrival of the Queen of Spring to offer our bouquets!” I know, but how come you bloom this late in summer too? “O! That! As a rule our blooms are done in spring, but there is a kind soul who rains on me showers of sheer love in summer morns. It goes to the pit of my roots, to the tip of my leaves. Flowers are my way of saying thanks to that loving soul. I have tied a love knot for her in my heart which I won’t untie till I die.” It then dawned on her that not a drop of water nor a drop of love gets mislaid. It arrives back home in amazing forms.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths