My mind is like a seed packet of assorted wildflowers — I get happiness and sadness and whatever else
flowers
Clock work
flowers don’t open to the clock
but to the sunshine spontaneous—
for modern humans that manner
of instinct is now extraneous
Petals & leaves
i love to
smell the flowers
and sniff the books
sitting in gardens
and library nooks
Moonlit plum tree
the moon and plum tree
make flow’ry springtime shadows—
lovers of the night
Vernal ode to euphony
nests bustling in leafy trees
eggs cracking open tenderly
vernal music on the breeze
excitement buzzing busily
tree roots drinking merrily
underground working tirelessly
restless flowers pacing weeds
manufacturing aromatherapies
reds purples yellows greens
poppies blooming endlessly!
Tending
Women blossom and
Waste away
Saw this trash bin today. Call me crazy but not only does it look kinda pretty, it also seems to suggest many metaphors for the past fifteen years.
Life is dirty
You can’t get overwhelmed by the thought of all the weeds if there are flowers in your soul.
Imperceptible
Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring.