fool-proof umbrella
covering protégé
adorning brilliance
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..
growing, growing, growing . . .