The Ebbed Flower Poem by Jeffrey A. Swim

Love is lost. Such tremendous cost…
to the flower as it’s blooming.
Dew on the soft leaves that glisten…
Now I listen, to the wind passing clouds, dark and looming.

The sun has taken shelter forsaking the flower, as it struggles to find the sky.
The weep of the willow, speaking softly this hour, attempting to understand why.

So I cry…

I cry for the flower. I cry for the rain. I cry for the willow that weeps.
I cry for wind. I cry for the sun. I cry for the solace they keep.

Petals, once full and round, now fall to the ground.
Winds relentless and fierce, to the stamen they pierce,
lain bare, she falls with no sound.

The clouds settle in.
So it begins.

Lost love, lost life, lost kin.


October 19,2003