A

bare barb

stinging touch

thorn among the roses

blooming in all seasons

hearts always open to the world

enduring, happy and sad, ever-lasting

ever inviting, enticing, romancing

your patience long lasting

through rain and sun

yet blossoming

then wilting

falling

and

fallen

one by one

from off the hip

petals stirring in the breeze

colorful flames float upon the water

perfume drifting between heaven and earth

and blown with the leaves between mountains and valleys

lost within the lengthening shadows of the twilight

between the rising moon and setting sun

ephemeral moments so enchanting

brief spell finally broken

simple serenity

and beauty

all gone

but

tell me

if you can

where are they now

my daughters of the soil?

Blown by the winds upon foreign shores

by Hugh M. Lewis

(This poem may be printed and used for classroom purposes only)

Copyright © 2000 by Hugh M. Lewis
March 16, 2005

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005