I Ask The Flowers
By Robin Atkins

I ask the flowers
about new beginnings.

And the crocus says
             be strong like me.
             Push your way
             through the dark to the light.

And the cherry blossom says
             be soft like me.
             Let your gentle weaknesses
             tremble in the rain.

And the tulip says
             be a begging bowl like me.
             Hold your heart open
             to the gift of the morning's warmth.

And the daffodil says
             be a trumpet like me.
             Sing out your loveliness
             for the joy of those around you.

And the rose bud says
             be patient like me.
             Feel the pulse of the sun.
             Your time to bloom is near.

   
1| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21| 22
 

 

Loss  | Vashon | Services | Art | Poetry | Store | Contact

© 1999 KotaPress All rights reserved.  ISSN 1534-1410 www.KotaPress.com
Please direct comments regarding this web site to webmaster@KotaPress.com