lovely photo from China, not mine, Google 'drifting petals'
A WORK OF PETALS
In snow-blind echoes white and naked
the raw mountain wakes up an ancient feeling,
a frozen flower under the ice, preserved by love,
comes down, revealing her path for my sake.
Child of the rip with pebbles in the wake
her tide washes clean the mouth of the sea
and speaking to me as a lost lover’s soul
downplays my role in the scheme of things.
Buzzing in a cloud or alone in a bar
I rise to the roof on the din of knowledge;
turning to her voice of love, never far
the muses laugh at the poems I sing.
Sought in the echo, strange new feelings
of unexposed flowers under the skin
as spring returns to the mountain above
in a blizzard of petals loosened by love.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2011
