Poem 3 (on a painting) by Dan Allen

Pouting flowers humbly hide their beauty, while unable to hide their scent
Golden butterflies find ballast for their wings
And faint sounds of trickling water seek an ear, to spring to life
While a soft morning h u e embraces a cold sky

Day washes clean, the dark of night


The dew of morn has assemble about me
And shimmer as stars do
In the dark of night
Ia m in the center of them wherever I move.

One, will I be today Whole and complete
In this garden wearing Gardners shoes
I am no less than the husk in the kings shoes
For as I revere him
My flowers are revered by him