Inspiration point (IP) The Language of Flowers

                         Inspiration point (IP)          The Language of Flowers

 …following  ancient footpaths, you stop every five minutes to collect another  delicate flower or leaf that catches your eye

 …look at the colour of this tiny petal…beautiful…she says, and walks on singing.

                 I remember the day when you told me to close my eyes

        …hold out your hands, open now, tha gaol agam ort… you whispered.

                                         the book you created

            gathering natures flowers and leaves  on hand made paper

                         the seasons full of colour and longing.

                   wisps of your hair  weave through each page 

                      like roots feeding each flower and leaf

          the smells of a wild landscape, come alive with song, pages speak to me

                           a tear drop falls like dew, on a tiny petal

                                        …beautiful…

                                  you said a long time ago