“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
These delicate blossoms flourish in the shade,
tucked beneath shrubbery
far from the glades.
In secret rendezvous’ where butterflies dance,
flaxen clivias hold a fragile stance.
an evanescent glow,
a lambent kiss,
blink only once
and you might just miss…
their golden attire in the afternoons
in a fleeting glance
they are gone too soon….
assimilated visions that leave a trace,
those breathtaking moments
of infinite grace..