Somewhere it’s raining
lavender stars in my dreams
awaiting impact.
Somewhere it’s raining
lavender stars in my dreams
awaiting impact.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged Dodecatheon jeffreyi, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, Sierra Shooting Star, wildflowers
No wildflower man, but of all he saw
worth a mention once or twice
in his lifetime—suggesting value
in the time invested for a boy’s
inspection. Too delicate to touch,
what could we know of grace
refined by harsh survival,
each tangent honed to fit and fly
by millennia of failures?
Perhaps heaven-sent by night
to find transcending daylight
well-apart from the myopic zeal
of mortals, these long stems arched
above the grass on steep and damp
north slopes just waiting to be seen.