the time you take
to collect and display
I hear the ticks tock
In the nodding of the hyacinths
you collect and display
taking time to show me
giving time to hold me
the time you take
to collect and display
I hear the ticks tock
In the nodding of the hyacinths
you collect and display
taking time to show me
giving time to hold me
sunflowers fill the horizon
petals picked up in the breeze
summer sunflower is ending
opening my arms
roses and carnations fall
onto flags below
inspired by Olog
Sunrise there, way over there,
Way over beyond where the earth bends its shoulder
To see where the morning might come from
Sunrise that colour, the colour of that flower,
That flower, oh you know it,
That flower whose heads hang on the sunken green footways
Where carts used to trundle
And the cumulonimbus, the clouds that a child drew,
The clouds of a fluffy-inked ankle tattoo,
They now frame the distance of soon silver linings
And the sunrise lightens my darkness.
spring thoughts spring feeling
flowers scissored blue paper
always alive now
five sunflowers in a lemon-yellow vase
cat tiger-striped on the rug in the sun
Sunday afternoon is easy
we flourished in the sun
harvesting one another’s flowers
and now we feed tomorrow’s fields
You left me vases of flowers that did not die
A lemon yellow sun in the cobalt sky
A written instruction I was never to cry
All I wanted was to unhear goodbye
Roses are red
So is blood
legs stretching, muscles wire tight
eyes closed in the indoor sunlight
every seven minutes a daffodil crackles open