A Floral Phoenix Poem by Ila Manish

A smooth path, pink with the morning light,
Coiling endlessly around the sun...
Light spiraling into a whorl of deep hues,
Unruffled in the still air.

Not a bee, not a fly, not a moving beast
Treads upon the rich-hued trail,
It is as still as the day.
Flag-like filaments, yellow as the sun,
Stand tall upon its crest.

Vivid vitality of an unfolding shoot,
Whirls into the blushing pink of youth;
The pink slips beneath a velvety red,
Tainted with the burdens of age.