Fresh Flowers (Versions 1 & 2)

Version #1

You are fresh
Like a summer field flower,
Lazy and sun soaked in the
Afternoon hour.
If you were a flower,
Would you find honor in the touch-
In the picking of you?
Or would you rather
Remain untouched,
Smiling wide through the day’s stride,
Until your winter wilt and fade?

Version #2

I think you are fresh like
A summer flower.
Lazing in the field, a sun-soaked
Spectacle jutting in the breeze,
Birthing by the honey bee’s brush
The multitude of your breed.
Sleeping nakedly in the sun,
And folding over with the evening’s turn.