At the Desk

Silent flowers fall in time

To the heartbeat of this planet

Letting go and aging to loam


My heart keeps a steady rhythm

To their ups and downs with care

Their fragrance picked up sweetly


The machines make a metallic hum

With beeps, chirps and whirring

A constant white noise to scratch the brain


This room is currently cold

And I struggle to breathe deeply

As I’m ensconced in my jacket


I need to refresh my dulled senses

As clouds burn off into sunshine

And the room fills with daylight


© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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