A flower waves in the wind
As I sit next to it in solitude.
(Save for the stars of the night sky,
Which are keeping me company
With their magnificent magnitude) .
The air’s a chilly thirty degrees.
The flower and its leaves,
Purple, yellow, and green,
Are flowing in the breeze
Like currents upon the seas.
Oh, the rain is here again,
So I’ll have to run inside,
But a picture of this flower
Will remain within my mind.
And I can still watch it bloom
During this, the midnight hour
From atop my red-brick tower,
(Yes, the window from my room) .
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