Thinking about spring
I find it all described with words an old man would use
The cool crisp air mixing softly with the early morning mist
Each petal of the paperwhite daffodil
Contrasts solid and hard with it’s yellow cousin
Here and there a bumble bee prowls
Tiny droplets of pollen and dew cling to her sides
Even as busy buzzing wings brush back the careless hand
Distracted by the beauty of the rising sun
Tag: flower
Forecast of spring
Flowers in the window
Paint the light like stained glass
Their soft scented fragrance
Filling the room
Calming the mind
With the deepest of memories
That trail off into sleep
Gloomy Daydream
The Summer rain turns to snow
The sunny sky behind grey clouds hides
Somewhere a flower grows beneath a carpet of white
And all care free emotions smother underneath a mountain of cold
False Promises Nouveau 