Like lilac scents
carried from far away
by the galloping
SouthWindHorse..
..when we know not
their source
are the messages
of angels
as they continue
on their course.
A lilac
says it is a
lie to think lack
for supply is an everflowing
river
THE SINGING SUN
The singing sun
cradles the blooms
in his rays as he
sings tunes to the tulips
music to the mums
sonnets to the sunflowers