The Search

A young woman in search of an elusive flower

She searched high when

they said it was difficult to find.

A magical flower some swore

didn't exist at all.

She searched low when

they said it was 

impossible to forget.

She yearned for that kind

of remembering.

She searched far and wide.

It was only when she gave up

and turned for home that

she spied it. 

The reflection of sunlight

dappled the bloom

nestled in the moss 

of the ancient tree.

She knelt beside it and

drank in its sorcery.

She set her basket down,

stroked the velvety petals.

The flower whispered, 

"Leave me be."

"Why?"

"Because I am."

She reached into her pocket.

*Snip*

She gently placed it in the basket.

"And now you belong to me."

d.s.  hill