from "Klee Wyck," by Emily Carr
Chamomile
Chamomileturns her face to the sun
center of this solar universe
she turns to life and light
dances through vineyard
white petals, yellow center
glad colors with new green
pushes a song of calm
spring caught quickly
Chamomile is the first
to blink bright scent
before riots of mustard
or vineyard clean-up
gentle morning, Chamomile looks
East, expects the rising sun
opens her face, shows
her yellow optimism
young love, tender and untested
offered up to the altar
of forever, Chamomile
braided into long, sunlit hair
LPC
26feb09
3 comments:
How warming, how full of hope.
It was so nice to read your lovely woven words
about a sweet and fragrant bloom.
so longing for spring...
and the photo..
a most heartfelt sigh....
Lovely poem warm from the CA sun. I could smell the pollen powdered scent and see those tiny girls standing under the vines with their root feet wet.
xxx's N2
Beautiful
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