Dark and light spoke fragrant things,
Gardens gathered strength by night;
Love, though fragile, sprouted wings,
Crying out as it took flight.
Fighting chance? Oh, love had none!
Hearing that a storm would pass,
Blotting out the noonday sun,
Love gave up—alack! alas!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #227
More Poetry Pantry #490 at Poets United
“I know that I will miss you,” he said with a slight shrug.
“But the cat has lost its tail, there’s darkness on the rug,
And cruelty is sport for fools, of which I am one;
Better we should part this day, and let the deed be done.”
“I will not discourage you,” she said without a sigh.
“You’ve been just short of horrible in all the years gone by.
You thought that I was fragile, you thought I was a toad,
But I withstood your onslaughts—now go, and hit the road!”
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #194
Climbing the pyramid at La Cañada de la Virgen, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
Teahouse, Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona
in fragile white cups
hidden within the teahouse—
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Mesquite blossoms at daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
Blossoms of a small barrel cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California