a flower's tears

like the flower in Spring

petals in their brilliant colors

display. the leaves are a vibrant 

green and loam at its rooted feet is

dark, from moist of morning’s dew

in Spring she used to be like this

when she’d look my way and would

on occasion seem to be fawning making 

me feel like that flower of Spring

but Autumn comes, some call it Fall,

and colors change to crimson and

russet, although still brilliant in the

aesthetic way yet changing their colors,

a different beauty in their display

she sees me now in my Autumn attire, 

knowing Spring still is her favorite color,

she looks no longer at me the way she used
to but now at another flower whose colors 

of Spring catch her eyes

i am that flower your eyes no longer, of me, see
a sentient being with love in my heart and when 
my Autumn colors now displayed, you look away

and so my petals droop, my leaves fall to my side, 
the heaviness of falling dew, are my tears for you

my soul speaks

my walk today traversed a hillside

through a field of wisteria embracing

a patch of yellow snapdragons and lily of

the valley white bells while busy yellow jackets

and bumble bees buzz, a pollinating dance 

conscious and slow with every step

cognizant of this moment listening to

the whispers of the day noticing its

breath as it swirls and sways a field

of wild-flowers like waves at sea

i listen to the voice of my soul speak

as i search to find my ‘within’

bringing my spirit to a brink

grasping my heart with a calming

asking to be witness to peace

the tales of my soul does tell of pain

hovering over sadness and disarray

while wishing the music of love to play

awaiting trials and tribulations to allay

knowing all this to be mundane that

the transcendent spirit will soon discard

severing the tethers and letting the vibrations

to play in sync and rhythm with the

Universe where together they, too,

shall dance