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.

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.

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