A cold drip leaked out of the spout,
and rained down on those daisies.
Green grass and a medow of life.
She watered those flowers, by hand.
They grew upward, like the sun rising at dawn.
Her flowers gave her great joy.
But the seasons change.
And the petals fell to the floor,
and left a field of empty stems.
Browning in their death.
The bitter clouds of winter.
The cold drip leaked from the sky,
In the form of snowflakes.
Each individual snowflake,
Different than the next.
Beautiful for a moments time,
then melted and forever dead.
a great poem with good words and imagery i love the words that you choose, it so alive really enjoy to read it thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one. I really like the third stanza. This poem reminds me of when I spent a winter in Minnesota... but that time in my life and my reason for being there has, like a snowflake, melted away. So this poem struck a cord.10 point rating from me.