Monochrome

Monochrome - - - - - - - - - Of their color Of their fragrance Of their form It brings storm, A riot of them Joyful exquisite bud That when open Fills the world With sensation A wonderful creation of God Petals by petals Dwell in human souls Dainty they are When down to the ground Keeps daisies gracious and fond They paint me and you And this whole world around With soft vermilion robe Wish to die in their thorns For in their colored lap of plumes The night dreams to put on August brings them anguish And November chill Yet I find them cheerful still This morning's monochrome flowerscape Having a dusty purplish pink color Chasing dreams after dreams To lay a rosebud fresh and sweet In my outstretched hand In my distressed heart To bring smiles to my countenance Wreathed with blight