I saw hyacinths at my friend’s door.
Such sweet scent, but too soon spent.
Now I enter at his door
Though the flowers bloom no more.
But our friendship lives on
Though the hyacinths are gone.
All flowers must wither and die
But friendship may survive
Until the body dies
And we become as one
With sweet flowers long gone.
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
In summertime
Hyacinths bloomed.
Now, in wintertime
The dead surprise
And rise.
Their bloom
May come soon
To brighten a
January day
‘Ere they
Fade away.
To flowers that, in springtime
Bud,
Would that I could
By this rhyme,
Spoken
By me,
Cause thee
To open.
But thine sweet scent,
Would soon be spent.
Alone
I beautify
My home
With flowers
Who’s powers
Are as I.
Park where flowers bloom.
Girls in short dresses
Enjoy the summer sun,
Soon, Autumn will come
The poet took 2 roses
At the same time
And knew
That he ought to find
Them divine,
But it wasn’t true,
So now he composes
A puzzle about roses,
For rhyme is pure.
Our civilisation is just
As these flowers I touch,
Bright petals and dust.
On this windy day
In April
I can not say
Whether the flowers I pass
On this woodland path
Will stay
For another day.
I think
That they
Are the same as those
I saw before,
Although I can not say
For sure
Whether it be so.
I suppose
That both I and they
Will see the rain’s tears
In future years,
But this I can not say
For sure.
In a vase you stay.
Soon you will be thrown away
In a bin.
How can I atone for the sin
Of removing you from nature’s embrace
To this urban place?
I sentimentalise its true
For you never knew
Nature’s embrace,
But doctored grew
In a place
Of glass
Where people pass
And say
“Customers will pay
Good money for that rose
But, I suppose
This other lot should be thrown away”.
‘Tis man who should count the cost
Of nature’s lost
Embrace
As we on keyboards clack
For we lack
The will
To stand still
And listen to the bird,
For the word
heard is “progress”, symbolised by
Doctored flowers, that in a vase, die.
K Morris - Poet 