Bliss Beauty Flowers In Settings Wild Poem by Terence George Craddock

if I were a master florist
seeking out a bloom perfect
flowers with flawed bent
heads would get a peep not

swift into dustbin discarded
go not one customer wept
alas not a single soul to shed
tears for flowers to early tomb sent

but unless your florists
a flower with a bend
stem that hangs its head

which still looks beautiful smells
like sweet perfume is still a precious
rare joy to behold in wild settings


Copyright © Terence George Craddock