Monday, May 30, 2005

Flower Verses

For all you gardeners out there: over the last few years I've been adding to these "Flower Verses"... enjoy.

The morning glory is
a trumpet of sweetness
A whole blooming orchestra
is growing on my trellis.

The cyclamen is
a falling star
Captured by a lonely plant
and suspended just inches
from the earth.

The peony is
a porcelain bowl
Full of summer joy.
It is the scent of pink.

The lilac is
purity
a wedding of white lace
and lavender gowns.

A growing tree is
love
A newly-budded vine,
The rolling of the day,
This is love.

The dandelion is
innocence
All jolly and bright;
a toddler's beaming face.

The prairie crocus is
spring,
Pianissimo.

The tulip is
a cup of promise
brimful of daybreak.

The wind is
a billowing white sheet
An early summer morning
cool and tangy

Birdsong is
an unborn flower
Droplets of music splash down
pink, yellow and white.

2 comments:

Avi Abrams said...

spectacular... kinda like japanese haiku poetry

Lily said...

I agree with Avi