no purple moments folly forgotten iniquity barred fountain-pen spills in lampblack Indian ink when letting go rose bush on fire in the mountain claims rock-hard granite heat melting higher meeting..so fleeting
concluding well deep sans senses catch scent wrapped in sound sudden arrival rivers flow yet endless
such relief exquisite still not quite fruition not yet..
four leaves wait count a quarter at a time yet fretless time caught in veins of chlorophyll dreams
time to fill maturation to come..
to plant seeds into blazing buds just not yet..
S T, 13 June 2013
I'm singing in the rain I'm singing in the rain...
tra la la...
:)
thank heavens for photosynthesis
real good things take time to grow, to ripen...with sunshine, rain et al..