They came to me in cellophane,

tight petalled, leaves furled

around straight stems -

at strict attention.

Their prison torn away

they swayed, still shocked,

in gleaming crystal

soaking up the sun.

Then joyously arching themselves

in cheerful convolution

proud leaves twisted

around that crystal vase.

Caressing, sweeping sentinels

of liberated flowers.

Petals, freed at last -

laughing jewels

curling, spreading

throughout each day

wove a ballet of perfection

until at last, worn out,

they lie exhausted -

by the crystal

on the table.