Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch. – G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, “The Glory of Grey”

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair… – Susan Polis Shutz

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. – The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams