Here and now and then

I sit here in the now
Remembering the when
Pondering the why
And singing to the sky,
Contrast and beauty
And species so similar
So different why now
Not later? To bloom in spring
And die through summer?
I sit in the room
With no lights on
And no matter how dark
There is always color and light
Imagination
The train at the station
Carries away
These thoughts for the day
On the how and the why
And the where
But not who
Because no one is there
At this moment but me
And my thoughts and my dreams
Like silly mysteries
Running down the track
To derail.
All of this from a flower
My words run
Purple and white
Like kingdom and pure
Or high school colors once more,
Worn in spring with the chill
Of a morning frost
Come calling.