
pink blossom drops
in still morning air
beside a quiet lake.

pink blossom drops
in still morning air
beside a quiet lake.

spherical blooms,
arrayed like planets,
bees zip through.

Jacarandas bloom:
thousands of miles from home,
but no less purple.

blossom drops,
fluttering slantwise
into still water.
A horde of sunflowers
Grows on thin stalks
With big, bright heads
That tilt chin-upwards.
Could they stand so tall
And proudly if they weren't
Packed against each other?
When one bitch-slaps a sunflower,
One expects its head to fly
Clean off, but it just does
An angry little head bobble,
And goes about its business,
Looking skyward...
Though - occasionally - one breaks
Into a sad nod.

sunup hour:
yellow blossoms turn gold;
one flutters to earth.