Reap a flower,
Pluck it well:
Smell the powdery,
Heady scent.
Caress the petals, lest they fray
The infant bud that brings to-day.
Pluck a daisy,
Don’t kiss and tell!
Wish for merry
Hopes as well.
From row to row; bed to bed,
Yet in this joy, if leaves wilt, sad,
Pluck it gently,
Softly still,
Kiss it white on your windowsill.
Reap a rose
Past wishing well,
Where water flows
From dreaming den –
From stream to stream and cooling spring.
The sunset of it’s collar sings
Vibrant red and purple tales,
Where tall it stands, on ‘discount sale’.
Pluck a jasmine
With gentle hands:
Softer than a wandering cloud –
The pure and budding stem.
Pluck it well,
Watch it bloom:
The budding day
From silver moon.
(Carpe diem: “Pluck the day [as it is ripe]”)
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