Author Jonathan Chaves Clusters of cold-weather blossoms, standing quietly: each branch weighted with mottled beauty now. I think of consulting you for tips on flower arrangement ā but here they are before my eyes, in lamplight, against a white wall. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments