To cultivate flowers
is to cultivate wonder.

Come! We’ll open our hearts
to the beauty of the blooms.
Our souls will rise
upon scents of love
to soar in joy
among the clouds.

To cultivate flowers
is to accept death.

We’ll hold each others’ hands
as the rich colors
yield to brown, then
give their lives to the ground.
We’ll smile in our sadness
and give thanks
for their friendship.

In the cold, harsh
darkness of winter,
we will dream the
memories of summer’s flowers
and the promise of spring’s.
For flowers live on
in the gardener’s heart.
to sprout once more.

purple coneflower