May -- dressed in bluebells,
its soft green dress...
Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...
An Azalea
softly sings a song...
A black and white
photo of...
I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon...
I do not deserve
to be in anyone's life...
Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...
Midway the slope
where two clandestine faults seem to collide...
Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...
Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...
Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...
Never let go of the heart
you once embraced...