Saturday, January 26, 2013

aster



I was going to pick
a beautiful violet aster
to give to my lover

instead, I 
took her hand gently
in mine

walked her over
to see it
and we stood there

together appreciating
its beauty

the aster
stared and
waved at us
in the breeze

we all smiled

10 comments:

  1. A very loving poem!

    (I fixed your link at Poets United. The one you posted led nowhere...)

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  2. so tender and compassionate... beautiful!

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  3. How beautiful and serene. This did not unfold as I expected...love the twist of taking your love to the flower. Beautiful.

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  4. I love it - so kind to admire the beauty and leave it living. Good one, kiddo!

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  5. this is what my grandmother used to encourage in her young charges. she taught a great respect for all life in this gentle way. you reminded me, today; and for that I thank you.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/16/wonder/

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  6. Appreciating beauty without feeling the need to possess. If we could teach everyone this, the world would be that much better. Great write.

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  7. Gracias to all of you. I'm sure we can all remember when it was fun grabing a sister's hand or brother's or friends hand and running with them repeating while scampering toward it, "look, look and that big yellow bee on it". Ah, the innocence of youth. ...where have all the flowers gone...long time passing. :-)

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  8. Ah, the flower can be an observer and participant in our joy!

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