An Evening For Flowers

Its that time of the Sunwalk,
When the angled shadows sway.
And sway they did, like Angels do,
Under shaded Vales far away.

But far below the Cherry Sun,
A carriage trundles along.
It bounces on the stones below,
Like a ship trapped in a storm.

And oh it falls like a Ship run aground,
As the wilting Evening dies.
Flowers broken fall like rain,
From the cart who groans and cries.

A Rose, she saw from her field beyond,
The falling flowers hoarded.
But fell in love, with one she did,
The Lily as he unboarded.

And lo, her heart went out to him,
She stepped out of her ground.
Her tremulous legs carried her far,
As she kissed the Lily down.

But all she felt were lifeless petals,
Of the Lily for whom she had fallen.
As the darkness veils the Ruby fields,
On their graves, the Snow had fallen.