Daily Archives: January 31, 2017

At the flower market this morning I thought of us and our naked lives Did you notice the star lilies bowing and the whirling cups of green calyxes? A painter’s pallette of color there fretting in terra-cotta, feral and windblown A fabulous fusion of scent and form, forests of nectar-pots on knobby stems, the stuff of heaven for the anthophilous In just a day or two, they’ll be gone I couldn’t help… Read More