But The Flowers
Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 3:54 pm
Autumn clings doggedly to the ground
And lays in random piles
It lingers on near-naked branches
The wind whispers of harvest
Of falling leaves
Of pumpkins on doorsteps
Only the Christmas lights tell a different story
Squirrels still bury their walnuts
Scampering about snowless gardens
Tenaciously searching for more...
Victimless
But the flowers...
They stir, unaware
A few rising to greet the new spring
Only to stand in awe at the sight of Christmas
And welcome the new year...
With snowflakes to kiss their puzzled faces.
And lays in random piles
It lingers on near-naked branches
The wind whispers of harvest
Of falling leaves
Of pumpkins on doorsteps
Only the Christmas lights tell a different story
Squirrels still bury their walnuts
Scampering about snowless gardens
Tenaciously searching for more...
Victimless
But the flowers...
They stir, unaware
A few rising to greet the new spring
Only to stand in awe at the sight of Christmas
And welcome the new year...
With snowflakes to kiss their puzzled faces.