29 August 2007

Flora's Secret

Lovers in the long grass,
look above them,
only they can see,
where the clouds are going,
only to discover,
dust and sunlight,
ever make the sky so blue.

Afternoon is hazy,
river flowing,
all around the sounds,
moving closer to them,
telling them the story,
told by flora,
dreams they never knew.

Silver willows,
tears from Persia,
those who come,
from a far-off island,
winter Chanterelle lies,
under cover,
Glory-of-the-sun in blue.

Some they know as passion,
some as freedom,
some they know as love,
and the way it leaves them,
summer snowflake,
for a season,
when the sky above is blue!