FLOWERS
Something grew unbidden
On Love’s hardy winter stock
And found a secret rhythm
The two had quite forgot
In their avenues of innocence
And memories of pain
Neither was a willing
Partner to the game
Like flowers from a garden
In some dishevelled lot
Discovered by a butterfly
Who settled on that spot
Despite thorny barricades
Survival had erected
Around sweet fragrant needs
Each had long protected
This filigree of paradise
On nature’s fragile wings
Stopped to sup their nectar
And bind them with her rings
In the corridors of angels
The merest slightest brush
Will swell the smallest petal
And cause her rose to blush
In the kingdom of the living
Where we cannot help but rush
How easy is the giving?
How gentle is the touch?
How many golden moments
Are left to fall in showers
Like wondrous fading petals
From lovely, lonely, flowers?