Flowers in the Winter

Flowers in the Winter

Why not?

Some old men
are like a toothless tiger.
There's a whiff of danger,
but not much threat.
His stripes are faded
and he's become
the playful cub
of his childhood.

Others are just too hardened,
encased within jagged stone
forged in the fires of unrealized love,
and are now gasping
for just enough oxygen
to keep on breathing.

Age is a precious gift,
and loving ever more,
after a long and difficult life,
is like flowers in the winter.


In seed time learn,
in harvest teach,
in winter enjoy.
William Blake

Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

https://b-drive.us
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