Bird Orchid 2

Bird Orchid 2

not in my garden,
but somewhere
else indeed.

could have grown
in jungle, 
underneath a
giant tree.


some things
come so easy;
some things
are so hard.

an orchid
has its secrets
its beauty is
not marred. 

a perfect, 
perfect beauty
is seldom 
ever seen;

when i saw 
this orchid
it was just 
like a dream


not in my garden,
but somewhere
else indeed.

could have grown
in jungle, 
underneath a
giant tree.



A Tree To Make Me Happy

here is a tree to
make me happy:

branches that 
do not meet my
expectations;

they all go their
own puzzling ways.

a pleasing chaos
reigns as branches
grow unpredictably,

following no known
patterns, growing
always beautiful.

shape and shade
encourage my
easy admiration.

(hot summer days
teach many meanings 
of oppression)

we should never
learn them all.


Sky at Night

and when we see 
the sky as night 
comes down,

we see such light,
amazing in 
 our skies.

how can we sleep,
with colours
such as these?

then comes 
the dark,
and weary eyes
will rest.

we sleep and wake,
because we hear
small birds sing,

and then it's
daylight, ready
to enjoy
another day.

and we will wait
until the day
is gone, and we can 
see the sky again, 
amazing 
in our minds.

Bouquet 7

saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.

no levity would
help, i fear.

sometimes 
it is like 
that here.


love and laughter 
sometimes coincide.

and when they do, 
magic may happen.


stuff like love 
and floral bouquets
can be storied,

stories unto
themselves.

we dare not ask;
we do not really
want to know.


saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.






Unknown Tropical

into the unknown, 
we venture, 
each day.

some things are 
discoveries, 
pleasing 
in every way

flowers in 
tropical gardens, 
brighten memories,

of a time before
today's plague
descended on us..

whatever disaster, 
things can be 
much better
than we want
to admit.

our thirst for
knowledge is
like orange juice.

we can only 
take so much
after all.

so there we sit,
feeling a little
bit foolish,

with a two litre
jug, barely touched.