Thursday, April 3, 2008


Beneath a pink sunset
diaphanous hands
busy in quiet industry.

She kneels in the soil
surrounded by the blazing pride
of chrysanthemums and marigolds
outside her tiny unit

Above, the white butterflies
float in the autumn air
their time fast fading.

How perfect this effort!
This triumph of expression
in the face of death and all odds.

This is the essence
that makes humanity grow.