Party Colour

Party Colour

   some colours scream,
there is a party going on

somewhere nearby,
      loud and exciting.


      at some parties,
   people act foolishly
if properly encouraged.

shout and scream
      fall down without tears.


   purple and yellow,
   bright orange like
      sunshine,

a little bit of green!


      january flowers
are found indoors,

and seem to be so
   out of context
   with the season.

the bright colours
      cheer us though,

   which has value
now that all our

winter celebrations
      are over and
the lights are off.

Hydrangea Bouquet

springtime, in the
floral department,
looks like this.


many times, in a
long cold winter,
we craved warmth,

wanting what we
did not have.


maybe it's always
springtime, in the
floral department,

i wouldn't know.

there are things
that i don't need
to see or 
hear or say..

but i fear that i am 
no wise monkey,

and see so much
that makes me sad. 


springtime, in the
floral department,
looks like this.

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.

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.

Arrowleaf

sign of springtime
growing wild 
on a hillside,

always impressive,
wild things
in wild places.

snow melt
waters 
cool hillsides,

and arrowleaf
balsamroot.
this year i'll
miss the daisies.

a time has come
to go to distant
places, to
move along,

and find other 
signs of spring, 
in other places.

adventure seems to
beckon; we will go.

Blown Peony 2

Blown Peony 2

it looks like this
when the petals 
fall off.

each day brings
a new surprise.

this morning
i had to
shovel snow.

and shout hello
to my neighbor.
his new puppy
came to visit.

a puppy's
full off play.
fuzzy bundle
of bounces.
i made a friend.

new friends are
always so full
of promise;
you never know.

Odds n Ends

a little of this
and a bit of that,
all in a bouquet...

colour can be
so beautiful,


she bends and
sniffs a flower
while i watch,

pleased to have
seen her.

i could never
have looked 
as wonderful

or smelled
so well the
sweet perfume.


i can imagine 
her as a child,

delighting
her parents,

as she smelled
the perfume
of wild roses

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.

Thoughts and Fears

while random thoughts 
and fears roar around 
      in your mind,
 
   last night's snow,
   makes the world 
      so beautiful;

it just lies quietly, 
   waiting for me  
to shovel it away.

the weather forecast 
      is not favorable.
   we may not go 
on our planned trip,

our planned shopping 
is not so important 
      in a time 
   of pestilence 
      and danger.

Colours

   beauty in a tropical
garden, warm space,
very cool spot to be...

   looking at exotic
colours, rich purple
      and vivid green.


looking at her face,
(a pretty little girl)

      she told me she
   was ugly, her skin 
colour wasn't white.

      the air was thin, 
and dizzy on my feet,
      i found true 
   words to say

this child was
      too sweet,
to hear or say
      such evil.

   i had to say, 
"that isn't true".
 
   she was sweet 
as sweet can be.

someone filled 
      her mind
with evil lies,

things she must
      not believe.


   beauty in a tropical
garden, warm space,
very cool spot to be...

   looking at exotic
colours, rich purple
      and vivid green.