Bud and Blossom

It never entered my mind
until it did
and now the thought
of you lives in me

How slowly you took root
How suddenly
you sprung forth

Young flowers
bud and blossom

Current Forms

Blooming flower at the edge of Winter
Your face basks in the chill of dawn
We gaze upon each other 
Many lives
Many forms ago
Yet we are unchanged
in our flowered essence 

Idle Moments

If we cannot let our minds wander idly

from time to time

what will become of our souls?

Souls are another discussion 

that would fill 

pages and pages of support and rebuttals.

Let it be said

that there is an intrinsic part of our being

that is beyond mere corporeal form. 

We must be free to wander and wonder

or we will die as inevitably

as a cut rose placed in a glass bottle. 

There is a dead rose next to me

with it's head bowed.

I can remember 

the fragrant smell

of it's smile.

We live only for one season.