
In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
poetry, prose, and photography

In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
At certain moments
I understand Pandora
And her empty box

As the daylight falls
And its moving through the trees
Springtime marches on

Boisterous colors
Petals slowly fall earthwards
Spring ever changing
I stand on the edge
Where end and beginning
Tumble into each other
One foot in yin
The other on yang
Stars dance around me
As I await the sun

Today’s garden walk
With children’s delightful fun
The blessings of spring