A Bell For My Flowers

A BELL FOR MY FLOWERS My FLOWERS are keen And watch what I do My FLOWERS count time And lies when they’re true My FLOWERS fill a bowl At the edge of my mind There in the moonlight My FLOWERS are enshrined Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine Love of floral, love of mine Left alone, left to shine All that’s bright and twice divine My FLOWERS need a bell That rings on Sunday morn A bell of splendid color For FLOWERS when they’re born My FLOWERS lean north To drink from porcelain dish My FLOWERS lean south As willpower turns to wish Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine Love of floral, love of mine Left alone, left to shine All that’s bright and twice divine My FLOWERS follow kings With gemstone and stained glass My FLOWERS stand at guard No ancient age shall pass My FLOWERS catch rainbows And blue peas in a spoon My FLOWERS press aloft Under starry winter moon Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine Love of floral, love of mine Left alone, left to shine All that’s bright and twice divine RAMA INK. 2010