Lilac

Blossomed full lilac long years ago,

Beauty’s lush petals have slipped

through open fingers

man by man,

day by day, year by year.

Desired flame dwindles to

cooling ember soon to ash.

Is this all I am?

Oh, Love!  Beauty was never

mine, but yours to behold.

The Plant and The Gardener

I am the Plant

waiting for nourishment from

the Rain and the Soil.

I am the Gardener

bringing water and care

for my Plant in its container.

My Plant is unable to move; I must watch

when the Plant needs to be trimmed, shaded, and fed.

The Plant that I am depends on

Me, the Gardener, to remove

dead paths that nutrients

may seek, robbing

live paths in mid blossom.

If I am to flower, then I am to prune,

bringing growth in new green limbs.