Blossoms in Their Time
Like the rare flowers of the century plant
anniversaries come in their time
bound up in gentle rhyme
shared by those who refuse to accept cant
Wordsmiths, some young or now old
crafting thoughts and dreams with but words
to share and speak until we perceive the art heard
to dare so open and honest and bold
Each a stone in the flagstone floor of poetry
upon which we build a house of appreciation
placed with quiet hope and somber dedication
before we slip away to see what else may be
So lovely are your poems words
so carefully chosen and placed
upon each and every line
as a floor on which to build
a poem, or a hill from which
to gaze in other worlds
and see the path ways strewn
with gems laid down on
velvet hems of robes worn
by princes rare, and poets
with a golden pen.
bentfeather