The Firmament Above, the Flowers Below

The Firmament Above, the Flowers Below

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In dawns and twilights, winds prefer their lips

To whisper, breezes coming, if at all,

As gently as a smile.  Their fingertips

Just barely touch the roses.  Touches drawl

Across the petals that are waiting for

The sun or evening planets.  Petals wish

For nothing more but dew.  Their scents abhor

The smell of loss.  The slowly moving fish

Beneath the surface of the pond are gold,

More gold than torque-shaped necklaces with scales.

These breezes do no harm.  Their breaths uphold

A floral singing as from choirs in Wales.

  Because of beauties there are often sighs

    In early morning and in evening skies.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 26, 2025 | AE, BE, BL, ES, Uncategorized | 0 comments