Flora

Flora 2 August 2023

Lost and Found

How often did she find the laughing symbol

the crying one

the smiling

the step into the corridor

or walk down the stairs

to stain the heart and thing called soul

to be without repair?

Or was it with doctorial smile

she knew that all was right

and could dance a new fandango

until the sun was bright?

for during the other hours

the shades were drawn

or raised to slight the harsh sunlight

and kill the masterful glaze

yet glancing out the window

she saw a flower laugh

it’s sweet light magenta

a cauldron full of light

as if those little stamens

were lightening bugs of hope

and spiders danced

flies and bees sipped pollen

as sweet as sweet can be

the power of light

ignited the wings of glory

as the monarch butterflied its wings

onto the heavenly lighten

power comes from out there

beyond the rims of haloed earth

to bring the soil a happiness

that sparks

the dance called life

Poem for Judy Brenner

25 July 2023 ©james m. frase-white