Cut Flowers Poem by Bill Galvin

Cut Flowers



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

Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: cheer,life,nature,smiling
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julie Smith 03 October 2016

A cute lovely poem that makes you happy :)

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Bill Galvin 03 October 2016

Thanks, Julie... much appreciated.

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