A Flower (Written November 25, 2013)
A single flower bud mid darkened soil,
Pale pink and yet unmarked,
Supported by its thin green stem,
Bright colors against a background dark.
And when that flower comes to life,
When at last its petals spread,
Each fragile plume a brilliant light
Against a background dead.
I don’t have much to say today, just an unfinished poem about a flower. Oh well. It is late and I have strep, so I’m gonna go to bed now. G’night all!
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