A slowly fading ochre sky greets twilight
As new born evening primrose open their hearts
lifting their heads to the nights coolness
At sunrise the ripe blossoms fall seeding the earth
With the setting sun once again the cycle begins
Twilight brings forth new blooms of desire in summers thick air
So short....so short the time each flower lives......
In the rising ochre sky the the old wax and wan
Giving way to the new buds soon to flower
Though their time is short their beauty fills one's heart
8 comments:
"so short the time each flower lives"... how true --life is to be cherished..I see you cherish it though your soulful words and writing ...blessings...bkm
A wonderfully written poem! Thanks for sharing!
-Weasel
you have captured the beauty of this season is such a lovely way~
Always the best is so short. Love 'the rising ochre sky, the old wax and wan' - beautiful!
Oh, to have a heart filled with such beauty!
Beautiful. Filled my heart.
Thanks.
Though their time is short their beauty fills one's heart
What a beautiful line.. can we learn..and try to be beautiful atleast for few days in our long life..
sounds like anticipation of spring. beautifully writtern
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