a dancing blossom

one slice of time that's all we can expect
for flowers to blow and raise their happy heads
covering ground with pinks and even reds
the fated changes they seem to reject
with our tired souls they have to connect
to raise us every morning from our beds
and make us smile and so forget our dreads
the beauty and the day must intersect
autumn is clarity it does not fool
our eyes with anything but honest light
although we know the year is speeding hence
it takes us for a while to a new school
where for a moment we may learn delight
and so refresh the haughty fading sense