Repeat,

you know

They come back every year
petals baby pink and hard, shiny
yellow fluff in the middle. Beauty
sitting there through winter
watching listening, alert and comforting
thriving in the frost. Softening
colour in the dead and
harsh dark greens that survive
reminding me of you
always first or last
strong until you fall
when the sun gets too
bright and warm,  when the others
start to grow up light and gentle
in your space. Then you crash and
fall apart please
come home. I know your middle
you can’t beat that pipe alone 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy, somber, but hopeful on the periphery and at the core as well.

Nice work as always, _mal.

[...]

. oh ... there is someone i wish i could read this aloud to ... this is just so beautiful and moving ... and the last four lines are especially profound ... for me, this is magical poetry ... so vivid, enchanting and expressive ... and so moving ...

[Richielee]

very interesting with lines to read and then reread : )