Dyed Flora #8 : Epilogue - The Arboretum Trails

Letters, numerals,
signs and symbols
written on pages,
yellowy
a perspective, precise
pictorial
and yet the familiar scriptural
falls short of the objective
never enough..
the unquenching thirst
for the unknown leads
inside the Arboretum
seeking ways
to communicate with those
who speak odours
and colored hues,
seasons
and shaded clues,
knots
and hushed breathes
I listen, I see
the unknown bloom
the known wither
just as the Spring arrives
and the Winter leaves
behind
a world with dreams
all but dyed!