Friday, September 16, 2016

Flower-Bower





Time like a flower-shaped season
Fathers our wanderlust
Earth, like a flower-draped coffin
Garners its ashes and dust

Spring, like a flower-bud opens
Summer unveils its full bloom
Autumn unravels its omen
Winter bedizens its tomb

Life is a flower, the hour
Winnows petals from each stem
None can usurp the Great Power
That gleans the remnant of them

Time like a flower-shaped season
Fathers our hunger and trust
Earth, like a flower-draped coffin
Garners its ashes and dust

© Janet Martin

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