Flowers

Flowers

There is a wondrous thing about flowers.
Peek between the colored petals, and see
Light Pixie script upon the shaded leaves;
Hiding simple secrets of what can be.

That is the wondrous thing about flowers;
They share their scents regardless of the day.
They say; “I’m here, and I am beautiful”.
“Pick me, and let the world not seem so gray”.

This is the moment that makes me write poems
About pink flowers, and love, and a sky
That stares at me like a beacon above
My heart; that will not let me say good bye.

Christopher Harris