They sat in a vase
The center of a table,
The table the center
Of a room-
They illuminated
A darkened space
With their bright colors,
Reds, pinks, oranges
A hot rainbow
In the dimly lit area-
Their petals soft
Each one sweeter than
The one beside it,
Each one a reminder
A tally mark
For the times
She had crossed his mind
Throughout the day-
From the morning drive
To the drive back home
A quick stop
Where wildflower grow
Like the thoughts
That spun
Through his mind
In those early days-
Beautiful petals
The symptoms of something
Blooming within the mind-
The tall stem
The reminder of growth-
But the colors have faded
The stem has bent
Drooping over the side
Of a crystal clear vase
Handed down over years
To sit upon the table,
The empty table…
Collecting the falling petals
The dry withered creatures
That turned to dust
When touched by a passing finger,
Trying to find
Where the color has gone.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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