I’m walking by, and I can smell
The smell of flowers in a shop;
It brings me back to other times,
And so, I wander in and stop
And see it all in bright array.
These glories of the tree and field:
Reminders that what’s best is brief
And how we just press on when we
Should yield
To share is human:
All the amazing colors!
Love your photo…and the poem. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/05/crushed/
Your meter and rhythm have tightened up and improved !
I notice a sense of mastery in the last few poems I found here.
I like the pause before the truncated final line.
Nice job.
Beautiful!
Glorious!