Flowers on the Table

the calendar in a mother’s home

are the flowers on the table

Seasons gathered from beside the path

arranged by essence in the glass

the passing of time

is measured by the level of water

and plumpness of petal

in winter, the vase may stay

the same for weeks

until the day arrives to stir the birds a tweet

In Spring it seems

every day is new

And in Summer nights

displays of sun burst over our Dinner plates

In Fall, the collection is sturdy and delicate both

harvested choicely from amongst the litter


And so go the months and years

Made of moments picking flowers