there’s
this flower that stares at me
when i
walk outside to greet the day
Its golden
pedals and a crimson smile
stands
at attention in its Spring attire
i sit
in front of it without words spoken,
quiet
and still, we both stare at each other
in
reflection until dusk veils o’er our faces
and then
the moon, at us, glances
when
summer warms our dress and we
awaken,
one glistening in dew the other
in
sweat, both still awaken with aspirations
to praise
the day under the sun’s array
so
then when the cool of Autumn arrives
it asks
of us to change into our Fall display
we
embrace its request and welcome the
season
and change into the color of russet
soon
the cool winds will blow and in the
cold,
my friend’s golden pedals will drop
to lay
down and sleep and so too my soul
will take
a reprieve in the Winter’s gray
and i
shall, in the quiet of my room, sit
before
the mirror in reflection with arms
folded
like golden pedals, cheeks on my
face
turned crimson from Winter’s cold,
will become,
within, my friend the flower
