Dark Flower
Black was the flower
I picked up that day.
Dark was its colour
Among the pale hay.
The seasons had passed
And the white blossom
Had been changed so fast
To that dark column.
Every life must end,
But, when my flower
To winter will bend,
Lord, keep her colour!
Copyright © John Bogard | Year Posted 2019
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