Flowers of Life

I don’t have much concern for flowers now For it is ice and mist in my garden The pale green grass does not understand how To shake off the sucking cold snow burden My larks look shabby and the thrushes sad No effort to get some good sun succeeds The hazy climate for the mood is bad For some sun in glistening ice misleads Me to fresh rhododendrons in your smiles From your white teeth toward my empty tree Prodding me in a pursuit for some miles In the frost suddenly a morning spree Flowers on the river shore never fade However time tries to be on grass blade ____________________________________ 21 August 2016