He brings me flowers <br />for no special reason. <br />He brings me flowers <br />for each new season. <br />Pointsettias in winter, <br />a bright rosy red <br />to comfort me from words left unsaid. <br />Violets in springtime <br />that he picks for me, <br />reminders of how we used to be. <br />Roses in summer <br />with scent so sweet, <br />a memory of when we first did meet. <br />Mums in autumn <br />as yellow as the sun <br />to shine for me <br />like we've just begun. <br />I treasure these flowers <br />of each new season <br />because I know <br />that his love is the reason.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-brings-me-flowers/
