Josephine J.W Poems
|4.||Dark Angel's Masterpiece||1/26/2009|
|5.||Life In Winter's Graveyard||1/26/2009|
|6.||Memoirs Of A Place||5/10/2009|
|9.||The Unknown Apology - (A Rhyming Dialogue)||5/10/2009|
|10.||To The Fog||11/27/2008|
|17.||Moon And Sea||11/27/2008|
|19.||Flowers Are Flowers||5/10/2009|
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Flowers Are Flowers
I have some flowers upon my window-sill,
The yellow and white contrast so lightly
You would hardly notice that they differ at all,
Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity
One is large and golden, the other snowy and small.
The sundrops we call daffodils are basking
In the sunlight they reflect - or do they give sunlight
Of their own? Some things I cannot say.
And the white blossoms are so pure and fragrant,
Both flowers are so better suited to the day.
But they are the only flowers I have for now,
The first of the Springtime greenery.
There is a silent tragedy
In the setting of the sun
When the golden orb
Declares its day as done
When the birds fall silent
In their merry twittering
I turn my eyes to it
And it sinks and disappears
Behind the silver water