Collecting Petals

Shall I collect the petals as they fall? As you pluck each one without their consent Will you smile if I can gather them all? And give them to you a scented present This field of Spring covered in green clover Is painted by the sun with soft pure light And shows new vistas as shades pass over To cover my held petals with delight The grass moves in waves across the meadow From a warm west wind that rolls where we lay The birds fly high to become a shadow They follow the sun's light and float away And though the petals fell, they did not land Between us, they stayed, still safe in my hand 2/28/20