Flowers on the Ground


by Brian Jones


Added 23 June 2003


Slowly desiccating on the ground
in the warming days of April
the ebbing of their lives is accelerated
by the earlier rising sun
which claims their color for his own,
which he then displays at the end of the day.

Most things travel upward in the summer,
arms raised skyward in praise,
waves of heat off the desert floor,
life to higher elevations.

Only flowers fall.
And they . . .
Helios will return to earth
in spring with all his borrowed color.


Written 25 April 2003
at La Casa Cordova, Tucson, Arizona, USA


COPYRIGHT 2003
U.S. Copyright # Txu 728-358

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