Flowers are blood bloom eyes.
Flowers are the eyes of God.
Flowers are the wounds of Christ;
their stems, the cross he hung upon.
Fruit is famine in the basket.
Fruit is rot wound round a seed.
Fruit is still life till I've passed it;
then it splits sweet and clings to me.
Trees are trysts between the leaves.
Leaves are gossips in the wind.
Wind's the hymn the angels sing
to sheave the screaming in.
Over at Real Toads, Fireblossom has us working with the art of Seraphine Louis.