At our front doorstep, we have a tiny flower, much smaller than the
other flowers around it, and yet it is so blue, its blueness shines out
and turns all the other lovely flowers into handmaidens. This flower
is called LITHODORA.

ALL THE BLUE IN THE WORLD

This tiny flower,
Smaller than a baby’s smallest finger,
is so blue,
The wonder is that any blueness
is left in the world,
Drenched and drowned in colour
as this little flower is.

There is passion here,
A deep, unfailing tenderness
In its tiny petalled perfection.
Nothing has been held back,
No scintilla of grace denied
To this small and lovely blossom.

This scrap of beauty,
Its clear blue flame
Shining down the damp and grassy darkness,
Lights the dark path in front of us,
Giving a sudden, startling glimpse
Of a blazing, generous love.

                                     © 2013 GWEN GRANT

BREAK-OUT

Longing for freedom,
We fly always
Too close to the sun,
Poor things
That we are.

Yet courageous.

For although we forever mistake
Our glittering fancies
For the gleam of freedom,
We carry on.

Often disappointed
To find we are still tethered
To our dreams.

Slowly learning
We can only lose ourselves
In love.
                    © 2021 Gwen Grant.

PAINTING THE WORLD            

Rare flowers
Transplanted
To another earth,
Wondering if they
Will ever put down roots.

New trees
Shedding leaves
As they left
Their bit of land.
Certain they would grow
Fine fruit
Given half a chance.

Flowers and trees,
Fruit and leaves
Enrich whole countries,
Make them
Even more beautiful.

Beauty on beauty.

          ©2021 Gwen Grant