Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: flowers

Gilbran Alcocer

The spring chill Never easy to ignore, Beds down the dusk, And the camellia tree That sparkled only Twelve hours before, Shakes black As the skulk unleashes. Then, later Hands cover ears While the dawn Waits for the sun, The great deceiver, To return Imperceptibly, Never revealing It's misdeeds, Until the ever present Warning of birdsong Laments the break Of day, once more.