it is easy to adore
a flower.
~~~
wandering
on the lush, fragrant fields
under the tranquil
morning skies of spring;
-
delicate flesh
on playful palettes
of scarlet, violet,
and other breathless
blush;
-
emblems
of divine prowess
enmeshed
on earthly beauty;
-
dew drops of paradise,
pebbles of heaven;
-
by these reasons,
hearts are meant
to do the expected,
the natural;
-
yet,
what is so special
in adoring the adorable?
what is so unique
in loving the lovely?
-
aren't we
just giving what is asked?
pointing the obvious,
stating the factual?
-
if this is love
then it isn't much of a mystery
-
doubtlessly,
it is easy to adore
a flower.
~~~
fall,
I saw it fall
-
among the ocean
of multitude colors
- a dullness of hue;
