Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: blossom

Walking through the quiet city Buildings out of place Loom large. Structures we once knew. I peruse the ruins from below While surveyors scan the horizon From the tops of creaking monuments. Smiling past destruction With only a vague feeling Of emperor's doubt, Until the spring chill Never easy to ignore, Beds down the dusk. Then the wait begins. For the rising sun, The great deceiver, To arrive imperceptibly, Never revealing its companions Misdeeds. And the ever present warning Of screeching birdsong Laments the break of day Once more.

The cloak of loneliness was a distant weed. Something only half comprehended, Barely regarded. Pondered on but not yet worn, Let alone handed down. In the shade of spring Everything stretched ahead, And there was no rush to get home.