White pettled flowers reach and unfold under a deep blue turquoise sky and the early morning sunlight.
Thirty Minutes After Sunrise
Close To Earth

One Hour
Transformative
Alive
. . .
I do not sense the light as you, but I am transformed by it, reshaped by it, made new by it, each and every day.
My olive green of stem, my disk of flowering florets, my watercoloured white petals, all I am dilates, waits, for the creatures that will visit me to share and spread the finest powder of my kind with others of my kind that scent this early rush of day.
