Song of the Flowers

Small.
Bright perhaps,
but very small.
A tiny bit of color
in a vast rainstorm,
praying to survive the wind,
the pelting rain,
to persist
when the sun returns.

About this poem

I am feeling small tonight. So I sought out a bright photo to help my mood. The picture is of flowers in front of a shop in Amsterdam. It had rained all day, but suddenly the sun came out, and the flowers came into their fullness of color.

Tom