Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Moment-mission



Contemplating moments today...
a day of moments too cold for May, 
but still its flowers brave the air! 



They never ask what I prefer
They just seem to be there
And then when I’m not looking
They toss flowers to the air

They never ask permission
Their mission potent and quick
While I grapple with what
Cannot be measured with a stick

The good, the bad, the ugly
All the ‘please-do’, ‘don’t-you-dare’
But then when I’m not looking
They fling flowers to the air

They move without much motion
Like an ocean made of mist
To brush time’s scraggly branches and
Then leave them flower-kissed

© Janet Martin

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