Poetry

Innocent Curiosities

How is it that a Flower opens up so readily

To a Sun who is in cahoots with the Rain and the Ice?

They will freeze her Petals without a second glance,

Except the Wind, who will gloat over his achievement,

Kicking the fragile being to the Ground,

Blow by cold hard blow.

How does she – Rose, Daisy, Hyacinth – How

Does she trust the rest of Nature

Even after this cruel experience?

Where can she gain the strength

In her flimsy Stalk and delicate composition, to

Stand so proud through Rain and Hail and Gales?

And how can she hold up her confidence

After suffering the Sun's betrayal?

For the Wind and the Rain and the Ice and the

Cold harsh times which she must weather –

These must inevitably return,

While the Flower will for nurture yearn.

Caroline Foster