Revised- Reflections On a Gift of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/ Stirring up like accuser's. Life is compared with what two things ? Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ? Poets use many symbols/ Geese flying south can be a symbol, Of that of approaching winter/ Heart's symbolize love, In this brief expanse we call life, One may want to cry out in a revolt ? Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/ Ponder that many other's that don't even care ? We all must become united in this great cause ! Not to use this concept loosely/ Yet to humbly ponder a thought, What do you all think tells a more detailed story ? The poem or the picture ? Love can grow out of a billowing cry/ Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ? The seventies had embarked on this journey/ Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ? This took us to a vast opened door ! To break on through to the other side/ Lest I emplore, Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/ That lattice decor to that shine on the asp, A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/ The future resources, Allow the creative poet/ To begin to explore the valley of much more ! In gaining the proper word/ Fresh out of the Autumn air !