My Purple-clad Teacher Speaks

When I bow
At the feet of your wisdom,
I imagine green leaves
Bursting from my head,
Wild hibiscus blossoms
Kissed by yellow butterflies;
My mother's lips murmur blessings
When your breath rustles the branches.
Pour all your light
Onto this sprout of knowledge
Pollinating itself.


You are its creator,
You give it life. 

A Summer Lover

~p.r

I love you
In silence.
I whisper
When you're not looking,
When you're standing
Collecting leaves in your hair,
Beaming like the light
Shafting through the branches.
I love you
When you're running through the wind,
Raising foot falls of gold in the dusk.

I will love you
When the summer showers,
On the day you become
My patch of wet earth.