Bougainvillea Time of The Year — Image by kenne
Every morning now
the bougainvillea glows—
a lantern in daylight.
How does it hold so much pink,
so much flame?
I touch one fallen bract on the ground
and feel the whole season
lean closer, whispering:
remember this brightness.
— kenne
Hi Kenne, Your poetry and photography are wonderful. Thanks and I hope you continue for as long as you can.
Thank you. I plan on continuing what I enjoy doing, but the hiking has stoped and my participation in SCVN has almost come to a stop. I hope you are well, and please stay in touch.