The Wooden Flower Froze

The world floats by in
cars and trains,
with no one ever noticing
the beauty therein.

I am the one in the background,
on two wheels
or feet,
but never four or more.

I am the one that craves
summer hills and late-night
picnics,
not diners and bars.

I am the one that watches the
seasons change,
missing the first,
and longing for the last.

The wooden flower froze
with the coming frost,
and I was the only one
who noticed the loss.

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

good read -- like the images, esp. the last, but I'd be careful w/ the big profoundities like "no one ever noticing " and "only one" etc., those generalities so early on do pull away from the earnestness of the piece.
like the title,thanks for sharing
gc.