Every week
the buds arrive
sometimes some are open.
I delight in the arrival
of the weeklies.
If they last
for more than one
then I have to congratulate
them on a job well done.
They’re cut
they’ll die
why not plant,
then watch
the years
go by?
But the weeklies
make me remember
that life reaches a pinnacle,
even if for a short time.
The mountaineer’s climb
from a dot
to a sun
blindingly warm and bright.
At the end of the week,
the weeklies go down.
Then I remember
that a just crested wave
is magnificent
in its explosion of foam
and form,
its quiet absorption
back into the earth.
Odilonvert 