When poetry blooms

When Poetry blooms, 5 1/2" x 8 "

To me, the most powerful, haunting verses in American poetry bloomed metaphorically and in ink when Walt Whitman mourned the death of President Lincoln.
"When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed and the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night...."
I love flowers, but not painting them because I can't seem to capture the spirit and life of their colors and features.  But today's World Watercolor Month daily challenge prompt, "Blossoming"  brought my favorite poem to mind.
The only way I could approach it was abstractly, combining Peacock Blue, Opera, and Violet in splashes of color, wet into wet, with some greens and dark blues for contrast.
Today's effort, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper.

..."I mourn'd and yet shall mourn, with ever-returning spring,.trinity sure to me you bring.
"Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming  perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love."