Poem: "Lovely"

Those of you who know me, know it's near impossible for me to go more than a few days without busting out a poem. I looked outside at the newly emerging flowers in my yard this morning and felt the muse....

Lovely

©Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com

 Exquisite flower

completely accepts its natural state.

It does not relocate,

uproot itself
and search here and there,

grasping for a better place.

Imagine,

if flower behaved so,

bee would fly by and although longing to penetrate

the once-lovely flower

find only a dry and barren resting place—

dangling, hollow roots!

Instead, night falls,

stars shine

and cycles of divine pollination begin:

movement, followed by stillness;

opening seeds embrace mother soil

while exposing hard shells to light.

Dear Blossoms, do you hear the buzzing?

We are exquisite flowers

on which bee patiently waits.