Bouquets

Flowers from my neighbors,
Gladiolas, Asters, fresh sweet-peas.
My own along the garden path,
Has not the meaning...such as these.

Shades so brilliant...centered deeply,
Stems arranged in extra length.
A token of their friendship offered,
Gives to me added strength.

Soft petaled in the sheen of beauty,
Rainbowed...in the sky above.
Just for me...in loving kindness,
In gestures that be-speaks their love.

If only now...my touch is worthy,
To clasp them and their fragrance lift.
Could I give out my thanks sufficient,
For their rare and priceless gift?


E.P. 1908 - 1989


"Flowers...line the edges, on a pathway to the heart..."

E.P.