Imagine the sun as a flower
& earth as a slender stalk of green!

Imagine petals as fiery novas
whose leafy tongues lick luminosity!

O shining mum trumpets
& bouquets of gold-saffron melody!

Inhale this blazing vortex –
& breathe the rich russet luminosity

Doing this
Can anyone feel mum or glum?

Hear the author read this poem.

Copright (c) 1994, 2012 by T. Newfields.
www.tnewfields.info/Celebrations/mums.htm