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
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
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
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
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
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
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...
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
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,
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.
