Selected Poems
Linda's Tuesday morning marigolds
Flowers have no words for forward or backward
everything a flower does is a circle of worshipping the sun.
Flowers, fully robed, are made to burst from the heart
showing off to a day-time world, naked innocent grandeur.
There is no jealousy of what is green or what is golden
because brightest flowers like summer, only last a season.
everything a flower does is a circle of worshipping the sun.
Flowers, fully robed, are made to burst from the heart
showing off to a day-time world, naked innocent grandeur.
There is no jealousy of what is green or what is golden
because brightest flowers like summer, only last a season.
