Starlit night skies, even without a moon;
The plaintive call of that lonesome loon;
Raindrop craters on a smooth sand dune;
Life well done, though it be done too soon.
Flowers in a pot, or under glass agleam;
Growing meadow wild, or by mountain stream;
Colorful scenes within this pleasant dream;
Enhancing and burnishing the daily theme.
Flowers snipped and placed into a vase;
Though they're only with us a precious few days;
There's a cheerfulness that intersects our ways;
Like opening blinds to let in the sun's rays.
Our lives, like cut flowers, don't last long enough;
And some of our roads can be bumpy and rough;
But the joy from either can bring no denial;
When good lives and cut flowers bring you a smile.
Autumn 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cute lovely poem that makes you happy :)
Thanks, Julie... much appreciated.