An Average Day In August Poem by Cooper Gilliland

On an average august day, I spied a summer flower
So beautiful and elegant, yet somehow dour.
When reaching out to pluck it some thought
Stayed my hand, I knew that I must not.
To end this beauty for selfish pleasure
Was abhorrent, so I watched in leisure
As the rose drew my ever longing eye again
I took joy from this rare sight in the world of men.

But winter came, as it ought, and took my flower
In a cruel, brutal, honest show of power.
I wept in fear, and beat the ground in shame
That such an ugly beast should come and claim
My perfect flower, but this was not yet the end.
Months flew by in a painful, cryonic blend
Summer conquered winter, and once again
June bled into July, August around the bend.

I went to pay respect to my fallen flower
Imagine my surprise, when in that hour
The rose bloomed full once more
I kneeled again, fixated to the core
And knew what I must do this time around.
I tenderly saved my rose from the brutal ground
And, in my home and heart, placed my lovely friend,
Who will always be a rare sight in this world of men.