16 x 12 inches
Digital Print of Mixed media on semi-gloss paper
 
Text: 
The Flowers  
The rose, the iris, even 
a silly daisy is a whim of 
nature that colors your gardens 
with shapes and shades 
more intricate than a mandala. 
 
We are the bees’ buffet 
with greenery that sips light, 
exhales your air yet our beauty
leaves you breathless. 
 
The perennials whisper, 
“Earth is warmer now.” 
The seasons lost their rhythm 
under solar glare. Early 
heat coaxes us awake. 
 
We spring forth 
before a freeze finds its way north
before snow waters us with melt. 
It dusts us with confusion. 
 
At least, grow us organically. 
We thrived long before 
you had chemicals.