Picture by Bill
In the garden
I gather flowers
cutting the stems
close to the bloom.
Where shall I put them?
I look at their colorful faces
splashes of purple, pink, and yellow
The folds of their petals surround a spot,
a secret soft center, in a contrasting color
like a child peeking out
from under the covers.
What would you say dear flowers
if you could speak?
“Beauty surrounds you - take it in.
Life is worth living - develop and grow.
Love is for giving - find someone
and love him completely.
Be willing to be cut, plucked
and hung out to dry
but get close to your lover anyway
don’t try to escape.
Stop saving yourself for something better
let yourself be tasted and savored
become one with another.
Remember, a gift unopened
is no gift at all.
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