flower

a Flower blooms in Spring,

the Sun’s fingers tickle its petals

and the rain drops bathe it

as the Stars and Moon care for

it in the quiet of Night

its calm and brilliance draw other Flora

to gather around it, brushing up against it

as breezes blow, nudging them to coddle

so the Autumn storm cannot besiege it 

with a jealousy and envy for its ebullience,

as Fall and Winter bring virulence and fear

when the Day awakens changing from its

night’s attire, there’s fauna child like play

in and out of Trees and Turtle Doves coo in an

orange and yellow Morning hue casting a

sprinkle of gold, the glistening beads of dew

resting on its petals, on leaves of her Friends, too

oh Flower,  t’is  true, when my eyes capture

the colors of your dress, it puts a smile upon my

face in spite the storm that tried to furl your leaves,

tried to scare me too, but being here amidst your

friends assuage the angst, mitigates the pain

in my Heart, my Soul, when i sit here next to You