Flowers I have Known

     The flowers I have known

     My careless gardening

     Sporadic attentions

     Still they lift their lovely faces

     Seeking warmth

     Showing me all shades of beauty

     Diminutive purples, gauzy reds

     Prolific yellows, blazing blues

     Unique corals, and prim pinks

     For I can see auras

     When I let my lids half close

     Their blessings drawing tears

     Gentle rain, silver falling

     Patters on the roofs

     Rivers down the rocks

     Soaked backdrop of green

     My envy, my grief, my regrets

     I gather them in my hands

     Close enough to catch their scent

     Of perfume, earth, and love

     And let them go