Open up and bloom,
Let your fragrance awaken
spring from autumn gloom.

Open up, don't droop
the winter chill has made way
for silken sunshine.

Open up your womb
to let a butterfly seek
your lovely pollen.

Open up and swing
till autumn trickles the leaves
to protect your seed.

Seasons come and go
yet soil will keep your fragrance
through eternities.

Open up and blush
charm the world with your beauty
within and without.

Papa autumn wears a cloak
of yellow, gold and red.
A gust of winter whispers
to rest his weary head.

He sheds his outer garment,
which scatters on the floor.
'tis then he yields to slumber
and soon begins to snore.

His garb is spread in shambles
across the forest glade,
bejewelled with frosted dewdrops
where shafts of light cascade.

A little dormouse nestles
with nuts around his chest.
He's curled up nice and cosy
inside his woven nest.

I admired him from afar,
watching
through a window
of time

our first contact
bled with the intenseness
of a crash,
admiration
was thrown and seeds
of contempt grew

Days went by
side looks stared
into the target,
but disdain and ire
waned to nothing
but sparks of ego

the second introduction,
it bound by the rules
of Utopian society,
a new conversation
of light and song
of love gone wrong

Started.

The veil of night
slips away
as the sun
returns to glory.

Its warm caress
clears the dew
bathing the land
in golden hue

Revealing the world
in a riot of colours
to celebrate life
with euphoria.....