Revisionist Poetry – “The Choir of Bloom” – Floral Intensities, v.2

In a field of shifting hues,
flowers rise in quiet congregation,
their stems lifted thin and alert,
their petals catching and releasing
the weather of the light.

They sway when the wind passes through,
as though each bloom remembers
an ancient music beneath the grass.
Colour gathers at their edges,
spilling into the air.

Their fragrance moves softly outward,
a sweetness almost spoken,
and the mind, briefly unguarded,
leans toward that brightness
as toward a name half-remembered.

In this hour they stand
between earth and sky,
small altars of season and pulse—
not merely seen,
but felt as the world’s own breathing.