Flowers

Purple and yellow flowers

The sun lingers as if to say,
for just a tiny moment, I wish I could stay
before my rays, my warmth must depart
to gather tomorrow’s flowers from nightly dreams
and sprinkle in mountain meadows
and morning beams


Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog! I post weekly poems on my website the Poet’s Heart for those who enjoy poems. 

(Flowers  is from my newest book ‘When Shall the Butterfly Rest’  available on Amazon )


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