"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Season of revelation

Prehistoric perfume
bewitches the bees
who are working hard to fly
their pollen pouches
full as saddlebags
weighed down
with powdered gold
while spinach sprouts
from unsown seeds
multiply like magic
and the queen calla lily
unfurls her creamy robe
a royal pronouncement
that the season of revelation
is upon us

2 comments:

  1. Yes! Our little garden through the prism of a poetic science book!

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  2. so whimsical, love the imagery

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