The Advocate

Evening eclipses day. Flowers reach out
To grab last light before darkness sprouts
And fumes. Blackeyed Susans droop their bright lids
Allysums blue retreat. Laughing asters cry.

Then winter swallows fall, sun, seeds and all
Between white jaws to wait the sparkling call
Spring brings. The dreary dark would scoff at earth
Did not stars lurk to leak their light and irk

The night to tell flowers gone to seed, cursed
Under sterile sheets, they broach the last and first
Of life. The two are one -- the advocates of flowers.
The stars harbor secret fountains of powers -

When day dims light, flowers yawn and sleep
The stars ignite a glint for them to see.