A flower in my pathway is a lovely sight to see
Bright red to contrast the day
Brought by the wind to me
And if such beauty lies in random strides
Behind a door
Difficult to open
Held steady as if closed
By the force of a Southern California gale
What surprises might lie
Behind doors we think are closed
But are really just in need
Of our patience, our action, our time

Today I dressed in mostly red – a coat and rain boots – and declared that red was the color the day.  This flower is what I found after I struggled to open the door to the building, brightly sitting on the lobby floor, as if brought by the wind and even – if by random chance – brought to me.

-cct