Another Flower

late

late is

the hour

soon the

cold and the

dark days will

fall upon us

at the precise

moment when i feel

my heart let loose

its connection to all

that once mattered

a rabbit with its

fits and starts

of diligence and

indifference brings

my attention to the few

remaining fortuitous flowers

over there

a subtle pink rose

with not even

a nod to

the weather

here in the bed

defiantly waiting and

watching a dahlia

laughing at the finish of

another passing season