Parked under a tree;
the bees on my bonnet seek
jacaranda blooms.
Tag: flowers
Warmth

A rose past its prime,
having shed vibrant petals,
seeks warmth in the sun.
Run

Rats scuttling about,
no time to watch the flowers;
all of life’s a race.
Dying

A broken red rose
bleeds all over my front yard—
spring breeze pays homage.
Expecting

Flowers in waiting;
fist rain drops of the season
drifting overhead.
