The Courage of Flowers

From the waste bin I pulled a daisy bud
whose stem was squashed greasy green.
Had to cut it to the base to find clear
paths for the phloem and  xylem, if flowers have 'm.
The pin thin petals, spread, day by day
Until they flared a white bright fan
behind the yellow green sun of a center.
The pollen bearers raised hundreds of golden thread heads
to look for that being who'd relieve them of their life's work,
all seven days of it.

MaryAnn Bennett Rosberg