Poetry Thursday

This weeks prompt is to use synaesthetes "experience colors when they hear, read or even think of letters and numbers. For others, words can trigger a real sensation of taste on their tongue. There are numerous types of synaesthesia, and they can involve all senses - vision, hearing, touch, taste and smell." My husband's accidental chrysanthemum bush was my inspiration because we can't take our eyes off it. For Dave :)

Chrysanthemums

I remember when you were small and pretty
but the seasons changed, covering
you in heavy snow smothering
you in a silent death,

so I replaced you.
And planted a circle of pansies
to adorn the bird bath.
Spring had arrived

playing it’s symphony in color
as the bulbs surfaced, like a delicate string,
and learning their song as they rose
I could hear,

the music beginning to tune in rhythm,
with tulips in purples and daffodils in
yellows, and the greens of grass all
together again.

Then I noticed,
unusual stalks of green that had no
song, but kept growing long past
the sounds of spring, smothering the
pansies and growing up the bird bath.

As fall arrived you were to be the final piece,
and as your stalks began to bloom, I remembered
your old song smothered in white.
You emerged triumphant and tall, your color sang
to me brilliantly, loud and clear,
a solo, to end the year.
Bravo.