Primrose Beneath An Ochre Sky

A slowly fading ochre sky greets twilight
As new born evening primrose open their hearts
lifting their heads to the nights coolness

At sunrise the ripe blossoms fall seeding the earth
With the setting sun once again the cycle begins
Twilight brings forth new blooms of desire in summers thick air

So short....so short the time each flower lives......

In the rising ochre sky the the old wax and wan
Giving way to the new buds soon to flower
Though their time is short their beauty fills one's heart