A Bouquet of Asters

A poem for my mother's birthday: September 26, 2011.

A Bouquet of Asters

The Flowers of September,
Mute yet defined, is a bundle
Of empyrean roses, with
A color like velvet,
A texture like rain,
Wind-blown shall the petals be;
Like nymphs in their hapless dance;
Or Birds of Song, a-fluttering;
For none else is as elegant,
As love on Autumn's Eve.

Happy Birthday, Mom.