Aurora’s Blossom
A picture stays inside my head Like some pictures do A hazy mix of black and white with blends of earthly hue Appearing for a fraction disappearing like mist In time returning to renew a secret tryst By soft light it traps the border of myth and truth A maze of specks and splotches Extraordinary to look But They do not see For They are colour blind And with its soft outlines The picture goes unnoticed A beam that splits in two Rejoins, lovingly entwined Around Aurora’s blossom And then dissolves blends into the night infinite And all that remains is That vision That bud on the rose trapped in prose
