This wrinkled flower doesn't look like much
Thin, scraggly small, purposeful.
Kind of homely truth be told - all business.
Not like their showier cousinsPutting all their energy into gaudy colors;
Into dressing up for the springtime display.
All flash in spring, then gone
Some seeds left behind for another spring to come.
But in the autumn , where each ugly blossom
Clung to thorny vines or stumpy, scraggly trees
There will hang a bit of fruit.
And it is to the scattered places;
To the gnarled branches and prickly vines
Where the tiny blossoms did their work;
All business in the gardens and the orchards -
It's there one goes for sustenance.
© 2014 by Tom King