I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style,
Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile.
Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy career,
Filled with such mystery and magic, bringing rare surprises year after year.
My fascinated friends adored my garden, at the corner of Violet and Green,
Visiting an August of creamy asters, after a showy, July 'falling star' scene.
My oaken door was always open, to the fine family of my affectionate heart,
......
Out my window, I see golden tomorrow coming,
trailing varied colors, as the bees are humming
People flitter past, in the sunshine of their lives
Hummingbirds hover in air, when beauty arrives.
Out my window, there is scent of summer spice;
And vast blue and jade is clashing, so very nice!
And azure sweetheart songs are forever playing
like silver light of a crescent moon, ever staying.
Out my window, there is warm wind in red roses
and yesterday's recall lies in hues, as day closes.
......
Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would,
When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood.
The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with him, his native luster,
As myriad fireflies retreat dark nights, to where the wilder blooms cluster.
A speckled rooster stood with bated breath, anticipating his big moment,
As the insistent rainbows, we seldom see, cannot tolerate postponement.
I was an enthusiastic naturalist, always observing our rich, natural world,
......
I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.
My days were spent charting pretty planets, alongside of faint, pearly stars,
Interpreting their effects on humans, and on this turquoise world, and Mars.
I studied deep midnight blue skies, along with carnival seasons and weather,
Like purple mountains' study of pretty valley, wrapped in carpets of heather.
Favorite friends were radiant spots in my life, like fast-rising stars of twinkle,
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fragrance of green rose
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I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.
My days were spent charting pretty planets, alongside of faint, pearly stars,
Interpreting their effects on humans, and on this turquoise world, and Mars.
I studied deep midnight blue skies, along with carnival seasons and weather,
Like purple mountains' study of pretty valley, wrapped in carpets of heather.
Favorite friends were radiant spots in my life, like fast-rising stars of twinkle,
......
Out my window, I see golden tomorrow coming,
trailing varied colors, as the bees are humming
People flitter past, in the sunshine of their lives
Hummingbirds hover in air, when beauty arrives.
Out my window, there is scent of summer spice;
And vast blue and jade is clashing, so very nice!
And azure sweetheart songs are forever playing
like silver light of a crescent moon, ever staying.
Out my window, there is warm wind in red roses
and yesterday's recall lies in hues, as day closes.
......
I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.
My days were a flurry of manicures and facials, like nature's green revisions,
Or gardens and fields sprouting colors, due to hidden, mysterious decisions.
I loved ruby, pleasant hours of work, and the valued customers all loved me,
Like the cool attraction which sparkles, between verdant land and green sea.
I visited fond friends, in the finally sunset, just as treasured gold was fading,
......
I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style,
Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile.
Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy career,
Filled with such mystery and magic, bringing rare surprises year after year.
My fascinated friends adored my garden, at the corner of Violet and Green,
Visiting an August of creamy asters, after a showy, July 'falling star' scene.
My oaken door was always open, to the fine family of my affectionate heart,
......
Fall
captured
my blithe heart
Such parting songs
on pretty pathways,
with colors in my eyes
Crisp days of cool circumstance
and fires at flickering evening
Final flowers stain the grass with hues
Filled with goodbye blues, the sun's retreating.
......