The Night Flower Blooms at Midnight

Watch its petals of pearls as they

Slowly come to life

Each stirs softly unfurling

The fringes waking first

Stretch lavishly never moving

But still it creeps outward 

Each petal settling in its place

The Night Flower blooms at midnight

Turning slowly it faces the Moon

The Moons silvery beams  lighting

On dew encrusted petals gleaming in the night

Its heart reveled at last it settles with a sigh

Sunlights first touches fill the sky

Sun sparks fall on the Night Flower

It withers in the suns light

Its head is drooping low

Its petals singed they cascade 

In sorry circles to the ground

The night flower blooms at midnight

Then it is gone

The Sun

Sun

Hot sun beating down

summer breeze

reminds me of

The woods, 

the stream that ran by

forts left unfinished in childish play

The fields with the grass so high

lupins rolling over soft hills 

dancing among the trees

cold stream falling merrily along

by moss covered rocks

scaling the elfin mountains 

the moss damp and cool,

sprinkled by the stream 

Sneaking through the pines

sent of pine permeates

sap stickily scents the hands

sneaking from the woods in to open field 

a bush laden with fruit 

Raspberries fresh picked still veiled in dew

stuffed with jubilation in mouths 

eager for their sweetness.

Slipping back within the folds of the midnight forest