Flowers remind us,
all at once, of beauty, of
fragility, and of the
colours that surround us;
even on those darker days.

Time, to a flower, is of
little consequence. Day
into night, they flourish,
until there is nothing left
but spirit and a shadow.

Life, for a flower, is shared
without compromise. We pay
little attention to how long,
until colour fades. A natural
state. All grace remains.

04/25/2019                                     j.g.l.

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
surrounded by colour