Carpe Diem

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]”)