Five Round Petals

[i.might.be.a.bit.sad]

   

It happened one day in my first year of college
when I was too self-conscious and excitable
to know any better.
 
Winter had let up in a respite
sometime around February or March.
I promptly followed suit, baring my arms and legs,
though, the inkling should have come upon me < that it was too warm, too soon
to last. <<  
But the trees that lined the pulsing veins of campus
gave in to that temptation as well.
Sleeping buds awakened to a pale sun,
managing to flourish anyway.
 
Like a needle glides through fabric,
so did the perky, flushed flowers
punctuate the wash of sickly mop water that had tinged
Everything.
 
I, too, was fresh and pink
and I found myself eyeing those gems
from far away, and then nearer
until I could taste their sweet breath
when I sucked in the balmy afternoon.
 
The path was silent, the evening waning.
I’d had a busy day of classes and my head was heavy,
but when I saw the perfect little bud
hanging low enough for me to reach
I knew it was my chance!
 
Five round petals, silky and soft
Five eager fingers, seeking them to touch
Five short seconds---
 
 might shorten this break
 
 
And I looked down at the ground
To watch as five round petals
Sank without a sound.

i like the overall feel of this poem, but it does seem kinda wordy. I feel like there are so many ideas, i cant quite decide what the poem is about. You start with "it happened one day..." but i never feel like i get a sense of a big event, although maybe it is more personal and i just don't see it. Overall, i really like this i just wish i knew what it was about