SPRING EVENINGS ONCE HELD
COOL PATIENCE AND DARK REDEMPTION
OVER THE DAY’S DUST
NOW, CLOUDS RUSH THE MOON
SPEED-STREAKING HER LIGHT.
IN THE MORNING
JUNE ROSES PUSH MAY ASIDE
AND GOLDEN IRIS
OF LUSCIOUS HONEYED-PETALS
UNFURL TO DISINTEGRATE IN THE RAIN.
WILL PAPPER-RED POPPIES
COME AND GO BEFORE APPLAUSE?
KA BLAM!
THE ALPHA AND OMEGA OF A LIFE
GONE
BUDS SURRENDERING TO BLOOM
FASTER THAN THEIR SHELF-LIFE.
WHAT ONCE HELD
BREATHLESS IN BEWILDERING BEAUTY
BOWS UNDER WINDS OF CHANGE
NO SUSPENDED GLORIOUS EXPECTATION
NO HESITATION
NO MERCY.
THE MOON MOVES ON
HER LIGHT NOW RISING GIBBOUS
ANXIOUS AND OVER- REACHING
FALLING ON THE GARDNER
LYING ON THE GRASS
BLOOMS CLASPED TO HER CHEST.
Your writing is lovely….moving….mystical…. Thank you…I must now lay in my garden…
Mysteries lie in the eye of the beholder, no? Consider yourself moving, mystical, and lovely. And thanks to your comment, I now do too. Merci.