In this mid autumn,
I could not imagine to see
Cute roses and flowers,
In uninhabited desert area
In its natural condition
But, that what had happened!
Wonderful neat surprise!
The earliest spring begins to start,
As the final winter plays its part.
Perhaps the very journey's end of our brief days,
Where God denies death in a quiet maze.
Weaving through countless summers, autumn's grace,
Painting our lives across time and space
Into a watercolor, rich and deep,
Where all our painted colors wake and sleep.
We meet each other, souls of every kind—
Bright hues that leave our dancing feet unbound,
While darker shades sometimes conspire to throw
A deeper shadow where our spirits go.
Yet all the while, we fail to see
That light and dark were meant to be
No parting signs of bitter grief and pain,
But petals blooming in the sun and rain.
At last, the chilling winter makes its stand,
The final journey falling close at hand.
With God's last holy touch, a grand design—
The watercolor's masterpiece divine.
Before the Maker, wearing spring's first dress,
I stand stripped bare of winter's weariness,
And take off now, when all is said and done,
The final winter garment under the sun.
Dad made the low table.
one of the things his hands
have given the house.
Now it holds her photograph,
the small lamp,
and cyclamens lifting
their pink faces
through lace-filtered light.
Each morning, he says Good morning,
then switches on the lamp.
He takes the walker
into the garden each day,
selecting what is flowering
among her favourites
and brings them back
in his careful hands
to place beside her frame.
The curtains soften
the afternoon to green.
On the table he made,
fresh stems lean close
to her face in the photograph.
At night, he says Goodnight.
He brushes her face
before turning off the lamp.
Beyond the lace,
one late flower
holds its colour
in the fading sun.
Sunlight stains each yellow petal
Under the vast Kansas sky
Never dull in shade or spirit
Flowing with vigor in the wind
Lingering with Nature's thoughts
Owning it's shade of yellow
Weary from its own beauty
Every seed holds a story
Roses envy this flower's freedom
She has meadows in her mind;
Each new flower is an original thought.
The sun sets as beautifully as it rises;
A wonderful breeze, as crisp as the sea, dancing with her auburn hair.
I sit and watch the lapping waves in her sapphire eyes,
And for I moment i think see her-
The girl I long to be
The girl I wish was there when i looked in the mirror.
I rub my eyes as I awake,
Realizing that being the girl with meadows in her mind,
Will always be a distant dream .
Forever in my gaze;
Yet just out reach.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the rain, the sun
Shines on ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Fly into the garden, ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ indeed.
¦¦¦ the days have been ¦¦¦ dull,
Oh, so ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dark ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ "Mr. Sun
Has forgotten ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Dew upon the ¦¦¦¦ lawn,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the garden beds;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from all the leaves
¦¦¦ the little primrose heads.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ violets ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦¦¦ parasols of green
Take a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They're the bluest ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a bird
Singing ¦¦¦¦¦ a little ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ burst of happy song
Bubbles in his ¦¦¦¦¦¦ throat.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ sun!
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ must sing,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for the birds, the flowers,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for everything."
(Blackout of A Fine Day by Katherine Mansfield)
A FLOWER BEYOND RARE
Your hair
How it falls
Like water's churning call
Your eyes without care
A windowless wall
Your lips
Soft sincere
A flower beyond rare
To me you are all
And to all
None compare
Dark brooding pall
Mirrored, frost, and fair
Your flesh
Never touched
Such I'd never dare
Drain away the blood
I lay awake and wear
Wane away the pain
I lay blame and bare
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
Tall Flowers. Small Flowers.
For occasions All Flowers.
Bright Flowers. Light Flowers.
Bring hearts sheer Delight Flowers.
Dark Flowers. Landmark Flowers.
For romantic Spark Flowers.
Full Flowers. Dull Flowers.
Very Beautiful Flowers.
Smashin' Flowers. Passion Flowers.
Featuring in Fashion Flowers.
Decoration Flowers. Celebration Flowers.
Symbols of Dedication Flowers.
Art Flowers. Smart Flowers.
Then there's off the Chart Flowers.
Rainbow Flowers. Slow grow Flowers.
Raising spirits Low Flowers.
Sun Flowers. Fun Flowers.
Bunch to give your Mum Flowers.
Share Flowers. Rare Flowers.
Gift to show you Care Flowers.
Gazing at Flowers. Amazing Flowers.
We'll be forever Praising Flowers.
Tomorrow Autumn becomes official
according to all tribunals judicial
May the season be entirely beneficial
with nothing at all artificial
I don’t refer, of course, to intelligence
but rather to tree leaves, flowers and plants
The essence of Autumn is beauty
not “AI” or its sterile conception of duty
IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
You are a wild flower
Potted and constrained
You should be in a meadow
Where the sunlight is unstrained
The breeze should blow you gently
Not storms that rattle by
Those petals shouldn't curl and hide
Your beauty from the eye
I wish that I could carry you
And plant you where you'd be
That beautiful wild flower that
You were always meant to be
I built a sanctuary around your ever-growing branches,
I watched your leaves grow in the spring
And was eager to see them turn to a warm orange in Autumn.
But you were only around for one season.
I thought your leaves were so pretty
I built a sanctuary around you.
I planted daffodils and hyacinths just for you to see;
A few weeks went by, and the flowers died,
It turns out;
Your roots were stealing their water.
Eventually, you were the only thing alive in my garden,
You’d grown so big your branches made themselves a place in my home,
I had no problem with sharing; in fact,
I was happy to wake up and see your healthy green leaves
Thriving through my broken window.
I loved it until I realised you’d only grown through my house because it was in your way,
Not to be closer to me;
So I moved out,
I watched from afar as your roots and your branches destroyed everything I had built around you.
FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
Of nectar, I never sing.
I only beat my wings.
As long as I'm alive,
I gather nectar for the hive.
I toil for a bountiful nectar crop.
I work until I drop.
So the colony will thrive,
I do it for the hive.
Lo, I hear something strange.
My brain begins to change.
It is a flower's voice.
She tells me I have choice.
I never lived until
I discovered I have free will.
Now, in nectar, I rejoice,
knowing I have choice.
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