Psaltydog's Thoughts


The Little Flower On A Hill - Poem by Psaltydog's Thoughts

On a hill, under autumn skies
a little flower grows
Surrounded by a chilly morn
and the threat of winter snow

Could I claim this little flower for my own
Could her beauty adorn my home
Or is it best that she remain
to enthrall others who walk alone

Would it be selfish of me to own her
when so many walk this trail
Could I keep her 'til her leaves wilt
and her fragile stems all fail

Already, I've beheld her alluring beauty
changing me in so many ways
Would it not be a nobler duty
that I turn and walk away

If I walk away, I will return
for I always walk this road
And each time I pass this way
my resistance will erode

O that I could turn and not look back
Turn toward the morning chill
Away from this moment's only warmth
The little flower on a hill


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 30, 2014


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