At The Gathering Of The Flowers Poem by Jim Milks

At the gathering of the flowers
Someone waits with the rising sun
There in the wee small hours
That is where love has begun

And there with the angels above
At the gathering of the flowers
To her I do profess my love
With her I will spend all my remaining hours

Where love empowers
Is where I will meet my love
At the gathering of the flowers
With desires undreamt of

Winter winds howl about my face
But the cold shall forever cower
From your warm embrace
At the gathering of the flowers

© JPM 7/18/08