Power Outage

These flowers wink:
bright as lights
red blushed and yellow eyed
         pink lipped..
they smile at the halos
of morning dew that crown
the world carelessly

they wink
slow and tempered

petals like lamplight
drawing tightly closed as night is awakened
or maybe as the sun, heavy lidded
is slipping into sleep,
swift as silence

either way
the power wanes, sparking once
as if it waves
and then is out
swallowed by the dark of midnight