Field of Thorns

field of thorns, life, poetry, steven humphreys

There is a calm before a storm once you find your field of thorns dandelions fiery hot lying down wishing not watch and know seeds will blow where they will endure and grow alongside flowers blue and gold doing never what you're told.

Iris

iris, poetry, steven humphreys

Dance the flowered patch cloud iris purple rainbow in devoted nimble radiance your temple glows till dawn a cherub's flute tweets summoning urgent morning demands hovering mute doves drink sweet mossy water ivy braided pond garden nymphs abound standing gleaming praying full new swan moon rising illuminating Olympus none the lovelier