A flower I shall be, little pretty me, fragrant as a belle, with quickening sap. And burrowing roots, to feel for my friends and to gossip a while, with inquisitive bees. To smile to the Sun, and bow to the Moon, to prepare for that day, that might come too soon. To release all my […]
I wonder: Does a flower smell the rain, when she sees clouds and waits in vain, licking her lips hour after thirsty hour? Thor, swing your hammer for that poor flower! Be a gent, make her wait no more, ’cause her petalled lips are getting sore. To wrongly wilt her would be a shame. She is […]
Wishful thinking, folks!
SACRED FLOWERS I walked through the misty forest Where many sycamore trees grow I saw the rare shrouded beauty Of sacred flowers in the snow She was waiting by the lakeside There were dewdrops in her hair Then she told me with a whisper That we must end our love affair On a cold november […]
I was stumbling on the edge of the desert, searching for a reason to be there, when all of a sudden, I spotted a lovely purple flower, that reminded me of my Gran. My Gran was not a flower, nor was she purple. I would like to make this clear! For otherwise, you might think […]