Heaven Blue
Heavenly blue morning glories
yawn under rising sunshine
as dozing sunflower heads
lift and witness the sun path
across the sky east to west…
no one knows how they retrace
their stares during nightfall
to reawaken at dawn.
Afternoon busts forth over
four-o’clock blossom fireworks,
and cosmos wave hummingbird wings
as dusk descends like a dragonfly
settling on a zinnia landing pad.
Heavenly blue morning glories
yawn under rising sunshine
as dozing sunflower heads
lift and witness the sun path
across the sky east to west…
no one knows how they retrace
their stares during nightfall
to reawaken at dawn.
Afternoon busts forth over
four-o’clock blossom fireworks,
and cosmos wave hummingbird wings
as dusk descends like a dragonfly
settling on a zinnia landing pad.
Diane Webster grew up in Eastern Oregon before she moved to
Colorado. She enjoys drives in the mountains to view all the wildlife and
scenery and takes amateur photographs. Writing poetry provides a creative
outlet exciting in images and phrases Diane thrives in. Her work has
appeared in The Hurricane Review, Eunoia Review, Illya's Honey, and other
literary magazines.
Your poem reminds me of a day in the life of a beautiful flower bed so beautifully written. Thanks
ReplyDeleteDear Diane,
ReplyDeleteIt is good to see you already have a lovely comment by JT on your beautiful poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Diane,
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Loved it! Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox