I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Showing posts with label Awake August. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Awake August. Show all posts

30 August 2016

My Frangipani Has No Leaves















The sun glints 
on bare branches 
stretching up,
not dead – full of light:
skeletal but deeply waiting
for buds to begin, new life.

I've seen this. I know 
it happens 
suddenly – 
huge dark green
leaves as big as fans,
and star-shaped, creamy flowers.


Written at the end of Winter, here in the Southern Hemisphere, for dVerse Quadrille #15: Leaves, a prompt inspired by the approach of Autumn, or 'Fall', in the Northern Hemisphere – which does equally well for the approach of Spring here.

This is also doing duty for day 30 of #awakeaugust, a month of 'small stones' (mindful writings focusing on the external world). The others are at my 'Stones for the River' blog.