Carnation

Pretty pretty, petite
Princess of blooms;
A regal air of grace.

Brilliantly-studded tiara,
Vivid for the masquerade
Of yellow, white and purple.

Swirling potpourri; intense
Scent of regret,
Passion, purity, love.

An enduring blossom -
Soft-cracked smile
And evocative gaze,

Resilient through wind-chill,
Sun-bake and rain-flood for
Eager butterflies and bees.

Breeze

Gentle breeze
Lift the withered leaves or
Weathered dreams that weighed
Upon thy soul that yearns for
The guileless flight of doves,
White amongst the orange.

Gentle breeze
Pass through the verandah and
Brush off the stubborn sediment
That defies the reluctant cleaner. And
Aerate the musty room left
Abeyant and stifling.

Gentle breeze
Comfort the discomfort
Of a body ravaged by the
Angry Sun and impossibly take
This body elsewhere, so that it
Burns no longer.

Gentle breeze
For all that can be but
Chose the pettiest of forms, yet
Moves the oceans in
Gentle oscillations so it be
Fit for sail.