Why a Flower?

if Valentines day was a life and not a day….


because of its speechless improbability

this miracle of green emerging soft

so shyly from the damp dark


because it feeds equally on sun and rain

relishing both always reaching

to unite heaven and earth


beacause of is powers of alchemy

transmuting the rot of all passing things

into colors beyond imagination


because when the last color falls

and the stems begin to bend in mourning

the perfume will still fill the room


the sweetness of spring will still linger

on the gardeners’ fingers



© Old Bones, New Snow J.A. Fink