Floral Past

At dawn beyond my restless sleep, With mental arms in memory, I strain to pick them, sort them, rearrange Replace the few, that turned to weeds Rewind, review, and make them new Old promises and rendezvous I keep ~ While dew drops formed too many years Have stained and dried away The floral past is but a dream Of how I cling to yesterday ~ Only to wake, I will face the day With the same dried pattern The same old way In retrospect, I do reflect But with a fresh bouquet ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp! " Contest Sponsored by: Just That Archaic Poet Inspired by the poem......."Sequence of Events"