the flowers

“Earth laughs in flowers.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

A few disjointed stems combined

            tied together with twine.

Shades of green – such charm unseen

yet beauty: soft and slight and fine.

Each petal, soft. Collected thus.

A collation of stains and hues

that spoke silently of laughter,

in the pinks and reds and blues.

Upon the setting of the sun

each closed upon itself

refusing to see the darkness

from their spot upon the shelf.

As if fighting war against the grim,

the dispirited and dejected,

each day another member fell

-       a fate that seemed accepted.

But still the slight existence

of the flowers – while they were - 

reminded me of joy in life

and that such would always occur.