I remember standing in the rain
it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago.
I had focused so long on the dark clouds above
that I failed to notice the blooming flower
smiling up at me – the first one to bloom in my lifetime.
I failed to notice…
Was it the cloud that cleared up or the dawn that broke?
Was it a flash of lightning?
just one angel, bearing gifts
and a lantern…
the eleventh hour had always been special..
the synchronicity blew my mind..
I turned around, away from the gloom
beheld my garden bloom
with roses red and the fiery plume
of a phoenix, risen
Daylight poured in and the dark skies were torn
on the first day of the eleventh month
in hope, I was reborn…
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg