Sweet William
A spray of dainty blue,
A wafting scent
Control the strings of time
And draw me back
To longer, slower days
And I recall
The teapot overflowing
With these flowers.
You picked them and exclaimed
About the scent
Your comments
(And your pot)
Always the same.
But now I know
That all routines must change,
The flowers grow
More scarce from year to next.
I haven't seen the teapot in...
How long?
And all our ties of love have
Changed as well,
Becoming deeper, stronger through the years
Revived each day
In all the little things;
A look, a smell, a sound,
And wildflowers.
A wafting scent
Control the strings of time
And draw me back
To longer, slower days
And I recall
The teapot overflowing
With these flowers.
You picked them and exclaimed
About the scent
Your comments
(And your pot)
Always the same.
Image: bobc4 on Flickr |
But now I know
That all routines must change,
The flowers grow
More scarce from year to next.
I haven't seen the teapot in...
How long?
And all our ties of love have
Changed as well,
Becoming deeper, stronger through the years
Revived each day
In all the little things;
A look, a smell, a sound,
And wildflowers.
I love your poetry Janie. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Chava!
DeleteThis really was beautiful.
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