Poems by David Mello Tell Me Where the Flowers Are There are no flowers here today nor any buds at all. Abondoned without care. The garden sleeps through winter months of cold and snowy days. The colors are all gone. No one comes along. Quiet solitude prevails, awaiting life to come. The days of early spirng will melt the snow away. Then all will come to life. Buds will bloom again. I cannot see the colors now, the old man says to me. His eyes do not work so well but he expects to see pretty colors in the garden where he likes to be. His mind is truly sound and his memory is clear. He asks one thing of me in the days of bright sunshine, Please take me to the garden walk and tell me where the flowers are.
Inkling Magazine Issue 1 / Summer 2018
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