Collecting Petals
Shall I collect the petals as they fall?
As you pluck each one without their consent
Will you smile if I can gather them all?
And give them to you a scented present
This field of Spring covered in green clover
Is painted by the sun with soft pure light
And shows new vistas as shades pass over
To cover my held petals with delight
The grass moves in waves across the meadow
From a warm west wind that rolls where we lay
The birds fly high to become a shadow
They follow the sun's light and float away
And though the petals fell, they did not land
Between us, they stayed, still safe in my hand
2/28/20
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