Flowers

I bought flowers —
for the saints,
I’ll put flowers
by the icon —
may my gift,
sincere and plain,
tell its tale
better than I can.
I bought flowers
for myself —
I just wanted
to feel secure,
to pay homage —
to own fate —
for adversities
I endured.
I deserve
every little thing —
the experience
and the woes…
I’m a tiny leaf
in the wind,
sinking down
into the woodlands
where the trees
shed autumnal gold —
just to put on
new clothes
in April!..
Flowers
will again explode
into blossom —
to make me happy.