Psaltydog's Thoughts

The Little Flower On A Hill - Poem by Psaltydog's Thoughts

On a hill, under autumn skies
a little flower grows
Surrounded by a chilly morn
and the threat of winter snow

Could I claim this little flower for my own
Could her beauty adorn my home
Or is it best that she remain
to enthrall others who walk alone

Would it be selfish of me to own her
when so many walk this trail
Could I keep her till her leaves wilt
and her fragile stems turn frail

Already, I've beheld her alluring beauty
changing me in so many ways
Would it be a nobler duty
If I turn and walk away

If I walk away, I will return
for I always walk this road
And each time I pass this way
my resistance will erode

O that I could turn and not look back
Turn toward the morning chill
Away from this moment's only warmth
The little flower on a hill

Topic(s) of this poem: choosing, flower, flowers, love, metaphor, nature

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 24, 2017

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