Paving The Way
by Joseph Veronneau
Fall is settling in;
I see a flower flailing
in its place, boldly holding on,
making the season acknowledge itself.
I like this flower:
its bold demeanor,
its stubborn discontent
in being given only months
to make its beauty known.
I could take this flower
as my own;
put it in a clear vase
near the windowsill,
and let the faint Fall sun
nourish this gem until its had enough.
I decide to leave it
where it is,
for it will surely return
in an inkling of time
to repair our snow-filled eyes
with the color of delight,
knowing it is only a gem
when it is kept rare.
April 5th, 2005 at 8:08 pm
awesome buddy!
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