Flowers Natter, Morning Chatter: Time's a Flower-dancing!

#DailyFlowers

The times' they are a changing! Time they say is the only constant and that too because it waits for none and time passes on by sometimes slowly, sometimes so fast you are breathless trying to keep up. And so, it is now, where time went this last week, I do not know, but nature's majesty keeps putting on a glorious show and that must be celebrated with pix, rhymes and lines, so here we go

Somewhere across the last three days my co-contributors found time to take moon-shots and this is what they brought: Shalini with the rising moon yesterday and Vivek with the moon tonight

When the moon rises up in the sky
The birds come home to roost
The day's fauna says bye-bye
While the nocturnal creatures get a boost
Framed within palms
Sending down silvery arms
The Moon photographers seduced
Look at the amazing pix they produced

Shalini went to NZ: Another beauty from New Zealand sent by Sucheta. Probably a flower from the Tulip tree. And then borrowed from her sister's garden: A picture from my sister, Rina, got me thinking...why are मधुमखी so underrated in our songs as pollinators? All our songs are dedicated to भँवरा. For e.g. भँवरे ने खिलाया फूल etc. Why no song saying मधुमखी ने खिलाया फूल? बहुत नाइंसाफी है!

A beauty from a far-off land
Inspires dreams of flowers grand
Another from a closer garden
Brings forth a beg your pardon
Why is it that the honeybee
Is not applauded in the lyricists' spree

Shashi is ranging into memories old pulling out gold: #DailyFlowers 2008 photos from a Nikon Coolpix s200, 1.9 megapixel, How things have changed... and #DailyFlowers From Peru

Times have changed
Shashi far and wide with his cameras has ranged
With his Nikon captured a flower filled vase
And a lady with flowers red posed against green grass
Two pix continents apart
Flowers nourish and gladden the heart

Vivek again went borrowing: From my younger sister Swati’s garden
Good morning; and in a riposte to Shalini: The bhramar or bumble bee is only a pollinator and does not extract honey. Maybe this selfless service is acknowledged in songs. Today’s flowers are from a friend. Good morning

Roses from the sister's garden
And from a friend do hearts gladden
Colors brilliant and sparkling white
They brighten winter morns just right

On the penultimate day of the year, did the pix takers pull out gems... well, let see! Shashi off to Washington went a day in 2018

Shashi brings out a white divine
Against a blue sky, a prearranged design
Eyes swivel and they come to rest
Upon this tree, on which stars bloom best

Shalini seems to be still in Rajasthan

Flowers painted on a ceiling she did share
Wonder how long they have been there
A canopy on richly painted walls
A story that would hold generations in perfect thrall

Vivek's flowers did into afternoon move
For flower filled ceilings did not his camera groove
Took recourse he did to pink shaped fans
Those fulsome blooms do the day span