If I were a hibiscus blossom

I decided to write my own poem based on the prompt I shared in my last post, and I chose “hibiscus blossom” as my outside thing (I’m a little obsessed with our hibiscus bush). Here it is:

If I were a hibiscus blossom, I would unfurl my petals slowly, preparing for two days of glorious existence.

If I were a hibiscus blossom, I would provide sustenance to the butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds.

If I were a hibiscus blossom, I would be a burst of fuchsia delight amongst the green.

If I were a hibiscus blossom, I would bask in the sun’s rays and soak up their warmth.

If I were a hibiscus blossom, I would bring joy to all who laid eyes upon me.

I had a haiku published last year in Temple in a City’s “Joy” pop-up about the first blossom of the season. Maybe you’d like to read it: Hibiscus.

Thanks for reading!