Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,

You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've indeed kept your phenomenal beauty sane.

The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
Squirrel and Nightingale are in a state of horror.

Flower of one of the most solemn and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.

Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the spots, the stars and the sparks,
The stranded branches and the rods floating in the parks.

Copyright © September 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved

Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.