Sunday, April 13, 2008

Bud Light

is what shines through folded petals
as through the stained-glass windows of a church
or gems sliced thin and set in silver frames.

No, not from outside.

In the heart of the unopened flower
pollen grains burn like tiny novas.
Hold your hand close, you can feel the heat.

Tiny green fists relax their miserly clench
and sift forth treasure. Maple flowers
are green and petalless, but smell like syrup
and the pollen coats the sidewalk
and fills the gutters with gold
as buds are filled with light.


Collection available! Knocking from Inside

6 comments:

Alice - I Was Born2Cree8 said...

Very well done. Perfect for this week's theme on Manic Monday.

Reba @ Reba's Run said...

Whoof! Well done. Happy Manic Monday.

Gattina said...

Wow, that's romantic !!

Sandee (Comedy +) said...

Very well done as always. Have a great MM. :)

Jamie said...

beautiful image to bring the memory of scent of sugar maple.

Mo said...

That is so beautiful.
"pollen grains burn like tiny novas" is so mentally splendid.

cheers,
mo