Days written in flowers—
optimism, fragility,
constancy, consolation,
bashfulness,
wisdom and even hope—
fingers stained
with the bright-colored ink
of all they want to say
before it is too late,
the urgent messages
hands cup, consult,
the oracles
of filament, stamen, petal
flaring like Pythia's flame
in far Delphi. Visited
once, and ever held within.
(I liked to learn that those seeking the counsel of Apollo would offer laurel branches, money, and a black ram.)
image: Old-fashioned Ladies and Gentlemen Too

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