Katrina Kaye

Dismal songs disguise
a world hidden by flowers.
Sun drops fall around
tall plant life made
of candy blue and
sweetheart red,
which shade children
playing in trees.

As gentle men take
off their hats,
small women grow
to face them,
eye to eye.

Nothing is real
until it can be touched;
nothing truly exists
until it is actualized.

If we left now,
it would be too soon,
so sit here
in the shadow of
daisies and wildflowers
and let the day pass.
Let time fall on and on
protected within
the cover of flowers.

“Cover of Flowers” is previously published in A Scattering of Imperfections (2009).