delicate purple sweetness,pipe your secrets in my earsing to me while I bury my facein your perfumethe essence of somethingso far away in my memoryI can barely see it on the horizonbut it approachesat a run, swift as a riverwashing over my senses asI close my eyesand breathe it in Thank you for reading!
Pride of parks and roundabouts in Britainwhere Wordsworth waxed ecstaticin his regard of those yellow hosts Bright faces perking up the lawnsof New York after a drearyendless winterwaving in the breeze like so manyflags pointing toward warmer daystrumpeting a new season I never noticed their absencein the south, dazzled insteadby the yellow face in theContinue reading “Daffodil”
sometimes healera bumpy belly ina purple skirta little hat, sunshadedaisy cousinjoy bringerfriend to the triple B:they can’t resist youand neither can I Somehow I don’t possess a single image of a coneflower – I need to change that. Thanks for reading!
sleep bringerdown a dark hallwhere banshees lurkwhite not from puritybut the sear of eternityburning behind theeyelids of escaping man red blood of valiancesoldier cloaks soakedin sacrificial glorya field of men sownin battle, marked withthe kiss of war.Take your last look, Ares;make your last escape For this flower poem I played with the two colors ofContinue reading “Poppy”
Says Bee, with glee: John Jacob,is that you? . . . . Ah me,I see, I mistook you for Daisy.Butterfly and I cameflying by, for a quick visit.Whatever your name is, wethink you’re sweet, and couldplay in your purplefrills all day. Channeling Emily here – plus how great is the suit on the guy inContinue reading “Aster”
Helianthus Oh proud grand worshipper of the sun!Girasole, rotating on your mighty stalkto follow the rays you adorewhile on the garden floorwhere your admirers walk:your seedy remnants lie whenyour blooming day is done Thank you for reading!
Give me your kissesand with them your deepest heartbind yourself to mewithout condition or gamesIn return, I’ll do the same Another flower poem for May! Thank you for reading.
speak to me in the waft ofpetal stamen language pollinate my thoughts witha breath as sweet as the firstwarm wind of spring teach me beauty and brevityand the easy joy of the momentthe wisdom of leaving a simplelife attached to its rootsI know the ruin of clippers and spadesI know the trauma of transplantation showContinue reading “The Language of Flowers”