I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.
I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned to me, as Saturday calls to Sunday.
After a colossal struggle, at last I had emerged victorious,
And leaving soft pupa behind, I was soon sunshine delirious!
I fluttered here and there, exploring all on red hued wings,
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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
cream rose white daisy
blue jay on a cobalt sky
heart stopping sunset
frog on lily pad
diamonds on a starry night
gold butterfly sun
tree bark gingerbread
apricots and honey dawn
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rising to the skies
red wings amongst evergreens
butterfly unrest
a citrine sun quest
off to sweet destinations
sounds of noonday gong
shadows are waiting
the day is so still and warm
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In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
By a gently flowing creek –
I saw a swallowtail flutter
About my head, as though meek –
And land softer than a feather.
He was large enough, I swear –
To sit in all of my hand.
He did not mind that I was there
Or that I was entranced.
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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
trees in the green breeze
in gold glazed heady sunshine
scent songs are searching
millions of blossoms
fluttering freshness like spring
wave goodbye to clouds
nice noon has gone still
sweet lifetime wears a big smile
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Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.
blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs
Purple butterflies exude fragrance in their wake,
like dressed up ladies, off into shadows opaque.
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