Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: flower

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. Hands cover ears Waiting for the sun, The great deceiver, To arrive Imperceptibly, Never revealing its Companion's misdeeds, Until the ever present Warning of birdsong Laments the break Of day, once more.

Lasting less than Ten days, They lurch In vain. I frame a few, Hoping to make them Everlasting. But they remain Anonymous, Among a million Others That strive Not to fade Out of memory.