Withering Blooms

Last spring — a shy peony came into your warm, gentle embrace — from the moment you stepped right in, your light shone through her door, to her face — and you showered her with your warm, moist kisses. and blushing, she bloomed, slowly, where you stood. Under your light and warmth, she was in full bloom — and your loving warmth made her feel fresh and beautiful. She did not know how much of her had turned toward you until you chose distance. Cold and abandoned by the sun, The wind shakes her petals and she has nowhere to take refuge. Will her sun return to draw her back to bloom, or leave her there to rot in decay?