The Tilted Dahlias

On a sage green wall that once wore a blank look, it dangles helplessly, without a complaint. It is slightly askew, with a tilt to the left, giving the viewer a crick of the neck Hanging precariously, for an eager assessment without much annoyance, or an "either" or an "or" Just a "take me or leave me" with a bolder assumption that someone will like it, no fear of rejection. No hesitation came from the hands that restlessly hung it, with eagerly haste. He hammered a nail with pride and conviction and ardently placed it for eyes to embrace Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade.... this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped garden sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias, bursting with crimson, never changing or fading never thirsty for water, barren of a single, silent, dried up weed and free of decay, dismay or mold Now it is old.........dust to dust......ash to ash he takes with him the pride he found ...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile ____________________________________________________