
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble Sheep a threat’ning horn;
While the Lilly white shall in Love delight,
Nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright.

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble Sheep a threat’ning horn;
While the Lilly white shall in Love delight,
Nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright.

Morning Glories
don’t feel slighted
because they bloomed
in the shadow of
Mexican Sunflowers…
Though the humans
who otherwise might
stop to admire them
can now not be
bothered to notice them.
Mostly, the dead decay:
they crumble
or rot to goo.
But some trees
turn steely
hard & smooth --
fibers showing like
rigid sinews.
Bare of bark and leaves
and flowers,
but unyielding of
girth and substance.
But even those trees
give way --
perhaps in geologic time
rather than biologic time,
But still the tree will become
someone & something else.

a water lily
opens in the morning sun:
reciprocal glow.