Timbre

Each day's bouquet
blooms differently

moody moody me
in every flower
and weed

watching
always watching

to find echoes
of what was
and will be

how will it twine
into my own self

to find tremble
and trumpet

... does it drink of my veins
as I breathe in rooted here

does it know of my dreams...

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab

The Fairy Garden Poems # 32