Flowers have no feelings I assumed,
indifferent as they go with everything,
a funeral, a wedding, Valentine.
They stand on graves as numb as those of plastic.
Some colours make the eye wonder
what nature can think of next.
No flowers ever objected to being painted
in absurd stripes or polka dots.
Yet I saw Snowdrops shiver under snow
and daffodils mourn over their reflection.
When a rose loses her petals one by one, her pain
leaves a memory in the sweet-scented air.