Not color nor fragrance makes bees linger but the sweetness that a flower offers. When nectar’s gone and beauty fades, what else is there to give? Know from loss new life springs! # a tetractys poem (which I learned about through Bjorn’s post. Check out his blog for lovely poetry).
My words refuse to be written or said. They disappear as soon as I try to trap them on paper. I cry that I have no poem to capture the beauty, both seen and unseen. Then I saw the flowers blooming and I knew where words have been nestling. I am sad to learn thatContinue reading “FLOWERS ARE POEMS”