Like a flower . . . simile:
splash of love, it comes to me.
Light of dawn, eternal smiles,
break the clock across the miles.
Touch of heaven, glimpse of grace,
beauty dares to show her face—and
right here, right now, in a chair,
a single ribbon, untied square,
no Gordian puzzle, task undone,
the knot unravels with the sun.
Like a flower, blooming still:
I ever have and ever will . . .
Photograph “Iris Close” ©2018 Timothy Waugh