Petals
It did not carry the petals very far,
The cold wind that blew across my face
Left a tingling reminder on my nose and cheeks
As I looked at the flower that had suffered the loss
For it could not evade the rudeness of the errant wind;
The dew-drops resting upon the grass blades glisten
In the bright sunshine like many diamonds askew
Haphazardly and invitingly offering restful ease;
Spread on the soft wet grass I wait for
Those petals to return home soon.
This poem is about:
Me