Friday, August 15, 2014

Good Morning, Moonflower

Let Morning Come
By Marion
Let the river flow
unimpeded, night black,
cradled within
strong, willow-sewn banks.

Let the crickets sing
ancient, mystical
tunes, sweet and time-kissed
into my awakened ears.

Let the moonlady’s silver
beams rain down
and suffuse my
twisted, ominous dreams.

Let the candle flame pull me into
its dancing shadow.  May
the flame illuminate
my jaded, somnolent mind.

Let the rivers flow.
     Let the crickets sing.
           Let the moonlady glimmer.
               Let the candlelight shimmer.

Please, let morning come.

January/April 2012

Early morning sunlight on my Datura Moonflower---

A bee stops by for breakfast---

If it tastes as good as it smells, he's in culinary ecstasy---

A few more minutes of sunlight and the Moonflower will be gone---


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"The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him." ~Auguste Rodin

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Beautiful, Marion!