Clarity, Inebriation
I want to get the world drunk on flowers,
high on the intoxicating air of a clear spring day
when the scent of a world starting again
out of the rubble of winter
inundates you with the triumph of a million
petals opening up from their buds
and waving at you as the breeze bounces by.
I want smiles to bloom and blossom
and heads to spin from the beauty of it all.
Poem for a Lover
Bring me a bouquet of wildflowers,
for then I will know
that you have gone and seen the world.
Quill Aquiver 