Villanelles Again

It's a fresh flower blue.

It's a fresh flower blue.
I wrap it in a sheet.
I love its scent and hues.

It sips the mist , the dew
and leaves an odor, treat
It's a fresh flower blue.

Its pets , the bees and crew
they meet, they greet, they eat.
I love its scent and hues.

From dawn to dusk they woo
and bask in rain or heat.
It's a fresh flower blue .

There's a flower for you
There's one for me . A treat !
I love its scent and hues.

The day I say adieu
I send you one so sweet .
It's a fresh flower blue
I love its scent , its hue.

Aggie

Fleeting Impressions

Today , I am reaching out and try to touch

Something that is quite unknown;

I cannot grasp or fathom it !

Is it a memory or fleeting impression

I am trying to trace , to jot down ?

For like the wind it has gone

From my brain ; from my memory!

So I just say ," God , whatever I want to say

Is not important any more .

I 'll not try to say it so beautifully

I'll try not to say it according to some rhymes.

I simply say , I thank you , God

For everything, the big or small ,

The important or not important things in my life

They all come from you and

I shall always treasure them.

I thank you also for any special inspirations

That come my way from you.

I know that without your help

I'll be nothing!

Please don't pass me by

For I like to feel your presence near!

Remembering your grace, I say

I'll forgive those that do me wrong

I'll not try to figure out what motives they have

How they belittle me ; themselves look good!

Know that like me, they too are weak humans

Whom Our Saviour try to redeem .

I'll only remember the good they have done .

I'll let myself diminish

So that my grace will daily grow.

This is my prayer to you , God . "

Agatha Lai