Poem of the Week #18

Spring Questions
(after a Zen saying)

Spring has come
and a thousand flowers
are in bloom.
For what?
For whom?

What purpose
to this riot
of color,
this onslaught
of aroma,
these buds
of sweet, new
green?

The flowers
give their scent
to all who pass by.
Can we be
as indiscriminate
as the flowers,
each in our own
brief season?

Lisa Vihos