Carnations

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Carnations

pressed between book  pages

On the flowers, fragile and faded,

I can still smell the scent of long-ago perfume

The petals fall, papery snowflakes

melting like promises

forgotten.

Written for the previous week's Sunday Mini Challenge, Triquain at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

For Allison on Graduation

The summer's heat can melt away the time

Remembering when you were still a child

When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine

I crave the hours that moved so slow and mild

When days were filled with toys and song and play

Remembering when you were still a child

If I could keep the coming months at bay

I'd relive every minute spent with you

When days were filled with toys and song and play

I crave the time when it was just we two

And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll relive every minute spent with you

I beam at how you've blossomed as you've grown

So proud to see the woman you are now

And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll marvel at the seasons past and how

The summer's heat can melt away the time

So proud to see the woman you are now

When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Terzanelle

Will the Sun Rise?

image by Flor Larios

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

I can imagine only night

The stars, the moon may still be bright

but will the morning ever come?

Who will I be when you're away?

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

I have lived within your orbit

eighteen years now, a lifetime long

Will the tulips bloom come the spring?

Will lizards skitter on pebbles?

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

Will cherry blossoms pink again?

When you see the moon, think of me

Watching over you quietly

Waiting for you to come back home

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Quatern