Poetry by Celine Bach
The hydrangea hangs heavy,
a secret soft as shadow,
its petals pulse in quiet hues—
blue to violet, like a bruise
that lingers, unnoticed.
Roots reach beneath,
hidden hands clutching
at the hush of earth.
Grief grows in its gentle folds,
strong in its silence.
No sun can coax its bloom—
only time, only the weight
of waiting, weaving slowly.
Then, the garden whispers,
color spilling, soft and strange.
Celine Bach is a writer and poet based in New York City. She has won numerous awards in regional contests and is currently working on a new poetry collection.
