Within My Flower

Today I discovered that my moss roses, so glorious in the sunshine, fold into tight buds in the rain. They and this Emily Dickinson poem match my mood today.



I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.