Mums - an art work and poem by T Newfields

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 floral trumpets
whose bouquets sing in gold-saffron melodies!

Inhale this blazing vortex –
& breathe its rich russet luminosity

After that
can any person still be glum?