Fragile Happenstance

As I walk to my car,
I see the opening flowers.

Each petal is a perfect creation.
I watch a peaceful light fall on their leaves.
White and red are scattered around the garden.

I renew this experience every spring.
The sun warms their hidden seeds.
The flowers turn up toward the sky.
I watch them flutter under the clouds.

My flowers are truly beautiful.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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