I often want bright blooms to stay But they perhaps are restless too. There’s more ahead for them to do. They serve their seeds which go away Like snowflakes on a winter’s day. Nor have I stayed long anywhere. I might live under skies less fair Or wander somewhere else and try To find bright blooms that please my eye Or serve in ways that show I care.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge using “stay” as a rhyming word in the a position of the abbaaccddc rhyme pattern for this ten line form with eight syllables per line.
One of my poems has appeared in Potcake Chapbook 7, Murder! – Poems of killings past and present. I am grateful to Robin Helweg-Larsen for accepting it.