The flower cutting day
Living blooms are separated from life
Dying for the lovers
No flowers from my love
Your love leaves the flowers to live on their stems
Living love everyday
Tag: flowers
Miffed Nature
a warm sunny day
blowing a gale on and off
The flowers looked stunned
tree leaves become ruffled beards
feeling the miffed undertone
Flowers
an urge for flowers
gigil at the croaking frogs
dance to the birdsong
throw your clothes to the four winds
unconstrained at the gardens
The Scents of Spring
Tropical fruits balance in a crystal bowl,
and an African Violet blooms on the window sill.
Many tightly squeezed fruits create punch,
and a cherry tart cools on the kitchen bench.
You wait for the heat to subside
as the scents of Spring move you.
You wait for the one you love
to arrive and bring more flowers.
A clash of civilisations decorates your home,
as the fault lines give you a feeling of warmth.
Art Deco glassware sits on a lavish tablecloth,
with flowers blossoming, blooming, and lingering.
Spring Dance
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine brighter than the light
Our First Flowers
delicate petals
a vase of dying roses and peonies
falling towards a barren, dark place
faint grey light
the flowers start their transformation
they lose their form, fresh scent, dew
empty stems
drying and fading in the dark place
transferred to a bowl with a gold lid
those dry, dead petals remain alive
if only in their dream of eternal love
first flowers
Winds of Change
The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
Blurry Sunflowers
The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
Her Garden
Plush flowers of her bloom in her garden
Purple and indigo shades move in the air
Birds chirp and talk of Amore and kisses
Bees buzz and race to find the best buds
Swiftly dancing to a tune of uplifting sorrows
Sweetly moving in time to the sway of flowers
A Song
We speak in flowers
We gaze on life through art
We hear the rustle
of a song beginning to
play from a place we forgot
C & K 