Promise

There it was

In a small planter

Outside a shop

As the afternoon sun

Was beginning

Its long, lazy, summer descent

Why is it called Blackfoot

I have always wondered

When its stunning

Golden petals

Encircling a brilliant sun

With starshaped rays

Whisper to me

That its name

Is Promise

And for me

In that moment

and always

This Promise

Is breathtaking