FOR VINCENT

Photo by S. Auberle

I imagine you, Vincent,

on a summer morning

in your village in Provence,

whispering to yourself,

arranging sunflowers

in a blue vase.

I see you painting them,

over and over--your symbols of hope

that you will awaken one day

into a sunny world,

leaving behind your darkness

of potato eaters and crows.

But o, Vincent,

how brief the dance...

how quickly blossoms fade,

leaving behind only hope

and a trail of yellow petals

to follow into the sun.

~  mimi

an old poem, and one I may have posted years ago, but o well, I like it...