Flower
What are you to me?
Under a shadow
From a tree

Life without thought
Yet alive
Still swaying on the hill
After I die?

Rooted in the earth
More than I
Soaking in raindrops
From the sky

Yet one day
I will return to the dirt
May I lie
By your evening skirt?

I stand in solitude
With Desert Winds
Flowing like invisible streams
From an unknown beginning

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll like unfastened
Prayer beads

Great and vast White Sands
Under New Mexican
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling skies
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm uncovered from

The Desert Winds

Since I am French
And so naturally blasé
Thought I would be passé

Ooh lá lá the clichés!
I don't wear a beret
Or recite poetry at cafés

But somedays

I do like my rosé!

Desert Winds
Like invisible streams
Flowing from the beginning
I stand with you in solitude

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll
Like fallen prayer beads

Great vast White Sands
Under southwestern
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling sounds
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm released by desert winds

There
By the tree
Was me
In a chair

The tree
Made of sap and wood
Me
I am flesh and blood

Shadow flower in the ceiling
Has me feeling                      
Bluesy

Yet I behold
A golden flower
Sunny

1923
William Carlos Williams
Wrote
The Red Wheelbarrow

And in 1564
There was  
Christopher Mar _ o _ e:

"It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate".

- From: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? -