PERSEVERANCE
We suffer illnesses and deaths.
We fight to survive.
Why?
Why does a flower bloom
during an early frost?
Hope.
Hope for warmer days ahead.
We hope for better times.
Hope keeps us alive and warm.
PERSEVERANCE
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A RADIANCE FROM WITHIN
Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed
To give color and light to the world.
A BUD
A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
A Two-Faced Wonder
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
YELLOW
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A flower is a perfect spot.
The yellow looks scrumptious to me.
Pink flowers will be my next stop.
I’m happy as a buzzing bee.
Spreading joy through the leafy green.
Nectar to my toes through my nose.
Stopping here and there in between.
Sharing everywhere like a hose.
I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT
I cry alone in the dark of night.
The sun refuses to share the light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world, I cannot stay.
Without light, I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
PINK
A touch of pink at night.
I do not need much light.
I bud in the dark.
My spot in the park.
Can you feel me touch your hair?
If you cannot, please come near.
I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.
A prettier sight you will not see.
THE BLUE
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The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
THE BUZZ
A bud so sweet,
It throws off heat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud.
The fuzzy face too round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
THE LIGHT FROM WITHIN
THE LIGHT FROM WITHIN
A force of nature.
Part the purple leaves,
and you’ll see it.
The orange glow.
The life force that shimmers within,
Transcending time and space.
The eternity of nature.
SUSANNE LEIST 