PRESSED FLOWERS

 

Flowers picked fresh

In the meadow

Where love bloomed

And a kiss was stolen

 

The delicate blooms

Were lovingly preserved

Betwixt printed pages

Of a weighty tome

 

Now they are desiccated

Between the leaves

Blooms long since dried

Still evoke memories

Pressed blooms from

When love was young

Mementos of love

From a time long ago

Soon I was once again

In the meadow

Where love bloomed

And a kiss was stolen