Their beauty’s only here for days.
Their pretty ways
We want to last
Too soon have passed.
Like every joy we’ve tried to hold,
Like yellow gold,
Like dreams come true
Come touched by blue.
The flowers tried. We’re on their sides.
The present hides
Yet yearns to show
Where all dreams go.
I am hosting today at dVerse. The form is the minute form illustrated above. You can find directions on how to write this at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html.
Photo: “Yellow Blooms” by the author and linked to jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge — Yellow.
I also linked this to Floral Friday Fotos.