Oct 25, 2009 23:16
I.
Flowers budding in the moonlight
secret soul
you have to look
to find them, swayed
only once this year.
II
The petals have been stripped open, the stamen
tempted to give its honey to you.
There is a marvelous strength in the flower
bending, in praise of moonlight, when the radiance
is not the moon, but transforming.
III.
The gardener must leave the flower
to grow alone.
revision,
poem