Category Archives: floral

Golden Glow

Golden Glow

   even in a
      garden,
some things
seem to glow.

   all our best
   friends are
like that too,

beneath their
golden light
      we bask
in the warmth
   of who 
they are.

   even in a
      garden,
some things
seem to glow.

Purple Burst

Purple Burst

such a surprise
   leapt in
      my eyes,
a purple burst

i cannot see
   as once
i did
just fifty
      years ago

   i know
things are
   the same
      as ever,

   but i 
cannot
see them so

flowers fade
   but i have
made a copy
of the light

   it's not 
too sharp
   from front
      to back

   it's how i
see these days

a purple burst!
   i saw
   it first,
it cannot
go away


Iris in Sunbeam

Iris in Sunbeam

yesterday's news
almost forgotten,
  it glows in
      sunshine

in a beautiful
   old garden,
   maintained by 
volunteers

   rich, dark
colours make
   me think
   about her,

beautiful iris,
      forever
   dancing in
   a golden
sunbeam,

so beautiful,
   so hard to
photograph,

but i can see,
   and still i
love that iris,

its exotic
      ruffled
   feminine
beauty

Lily White

   lily white
   glowing in
the sunlight!

   something
      about it
lights a
   fire inside.

   we simmer
in some kind
of lily beauty,

   a slight joy
warming us
      somehow


   today a 
thin smoke haze 
      obscures
   this summer
      sky.

   but still,
we swelter.
and still
      we hope,

because they
promised us
   a better
tomorrow.

Unknown Red Things

unknown red things
   in a classic
   garden,
      not far
down the road

   every 
      corner 
of our lives
things are not
   the same

   daily
we drive past
      little
   red hearts
   taped up   
in windows
(left messages

for unknown
friends or
   maybe
   lovers)

some of those
   hearts are
not red

   but mean
much the same:
we miss you
      badly
(where has
   everybody
   gone)

the Garden

the Garden

it grows
   as if
there was
   a plan

i go to see
   it when
      i can

   bright as
the colours
are, it seems

they feature
   greatly in
my dreams

   she sniffs
a flower
   as she
      passes

   and smiles,
   satisfied
and confesses

how wonderful
   this whole
world seems
      to be.

Spring Forward

Spring Forward

imagine a bee,
      and if you
did it right
   you might 
   imagine a
      buzzing 
rapid flight

   into pink
      flowers, 
(advertising
   food, and
   nectar)
as you crawl
   about the
   blossoms...

plants have
   different
agendas,
   but don't
understand

      why bees
   are needed
(it's nothing
we have planned)

   we're just
bystanders
      in the 
flower game.

      though 
   it's so
beautiful,
it's really 
not the same...


White Wave

   purity in 
my culture,
      death in
other people's

   white is
   all the 
   colours, 
all at once
      turned up,
   very bright.

      a flower is
   a flower, and
it doesn't care
what magical
   meanings we
   my wish to
      impose.

   so often
   we don't 
   have the
   answers,
   whether
we think
we do
      or not

BW Yucca

in black and white
some subtle colour
might be missed.

      statements
   without colour
   may not need
all that much
      nuance.

   suddenly
   i saw her
hair had lost
      its colour.

   just as
suddenly,
      she was so 
   much more.

in black and white
some subtle colour
might be missed.



Some Flowers

   some flowers,
like sunflowers,
   seem to get 
our attention.

      we'll eat 
the salted seeds.
   so will many
little brown birds,
(fresh, unsalted)
   fulfilling their 
very modest needs

entertaining
   us easily,
because we are
so amusable.
because they
      are so
worthy.

sunflowers too,
are worthy. who
   could deny it?

   some flowers,
like sunflowers,
   seem to get
   our attention.