Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Primrose Beneath An Ochre Sky



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:

signed...bkm said...

"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

Systematic Weasel said...

A wonderfully written poem! Thanks for sharing!

-Weasel

Tammie said...

you have captured the beauty of this season is such a lovely way~

Tumblewords: said...

Always the best is so short. Love 'the rising ochre sky, the old wax and wan' - beautiful!

SandyCarlson said...

Oh, to have a heart filled with such beauty!

Harshad mehta said...

Beautiful. Filled my heart.

Thanks.

Ramesh Sood said...

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..

totomai said...

sounds like anticipation of spring. beautifully writtern