E ach day in cotton gloves, the artist works <br />P erfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk <br />H armoniously hued and ever perked <br />E ternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk <br />M eandering back home 'midst evening gloom <br />E ncounters in a sad neglected park <br />R etiring, non-attention seeking bloom <br />A nd feels a stirring of compassion spark <br />L ets dropp her wooly mitt and stoops to touch <br />B eneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade <br />L amenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch <br />O bliquely for a moment two lives braid <br />O ff hand there is no purpose for a glove <br />M ortality is tantamount to love.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ephemeral-bloom-acrostic-sonnet/
