A Reflection On Flowers – A Poem

A Reflection On Flowers Perhaps in early morning dewAs one bud fades into decayThe green of spring is still anewWhere old roots cling in fertile frayBut what of rocks and moss and bark?Are dreams of blossom’s change to sleep?A foolish gardener will prune all changeHoping to preserve rather than createAnd if there are genetic flaws?Continue reading “A Reflection On Flowers – A Poem”