Blooming in abounded light
falling when days diminish
dead at winters doorstep
Nochrisis
Day 925, trusted.
I spiral and turn
trusted upwards feeling free
a past slowing down.
Day 867, flower.
Alluring symbols
assessed by many facets
in virgin colors.
Day 863, Mother
Mother in nature
shining for posterities
yellow panama.
Day 861, shadows.
The sun is too late
shrouded in drawn out shadows
it will never bloom.
Day 849, seed.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
Day 846, seed.
All standing in line
waiting to be collected
to be seed that sows.
Day 844, 1000 flowers.
A thousand flowers
are moved by random currents
falling in and out.
Day 841, fall 2.
