Glancing up at a beutifull balmy <br />fall's day with the distant mountiains <br />covered with hues of autum's breath <br /> <br />Crisp chill was in the air <br />that stood evedence clearly <br />of the frost that has knocked on <br />the door of so many plants that <br />lie in thier death, with deadly brown <br />leaves on the branches and leaves <br />slowly wilting, slightly as the sun <br />approached as if to warm gently <br />to its child, stood, a single lonely <br />marigold that seemed to withold <br />the nights passing freeze... <br /> <br />Alone but stood with so much beauty <br />as if to let her plant know, as long as <br />she is alive it will protect her buds <br />from the freeze of yet another night <br /> <br />Blooming with wonder filled with <br />purity as its white beauty stood <br />so prowdly, she was trying with <br />dignity to say goodby to her <br />summer visitors, sadly, as I pondered <br />at its magnifiing glory, wondering <br />how many people noticed the <br />lonlely marigold......<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-marigold/
