butterflies on blooms-
a tango with destiny
in daylight colors
lured from miles afar
in scented days of summer
as hues catch their eyes
the fields gone wild, and
beauty wings in the sunshine
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
plush peach peonies
persistent pleasing perfume
prized prodigious pearl
dramatic dark dahlias
days dreamily die
mild mystifying maiden
I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others,
Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers.
I was situated in mellowed sunshine, like a colorful ship on the bronzed sea,
With innumerable blooms to catch the breezes, in a beautiful world carefree.
My indelible name is Honeysuckle, for my transitory scent spreads for miles,
Awakening warm hearts to springtime, and bringing on the delicious smiles!
I was robustly healthy and happy, in my prominent place by the porch stair,
mountain breeze wafting
masses of colorful blooms
on the lapis sea
the wind's at last in my sails
wind's in the orchard
animating still life fruit
Sunflowers in a lavish bouquet, warm with the heat of day,
Tall, elegant and lovely, faces turned in different directions,
Like a pearly, August moon foray, as the sun is going away;
While it bestows most recent, bronze, sunshine recollections.
The lustrous leaves deep green, and just waiting to be seen,
In the large, red-violet vase, on a table, beside the window,
In zesty, thrill days of summer sheen, and fragrant dreams.
Sunflowers, so elegantly yellow, by the south wall of indigo!
bluster in moonlight
all around lime trembling trees
and through fragrant fields
in a far flung dream
to be everywhere at once
under diamond stars
blooms have lost petals
there's howling in the valley
brighteners of smiles
floral flares of citron day
many blithe colors
sparkle the sunshine
glow on in the garden green
twinkle of the eyes
flush days of the blooms
lining the natural paths
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors
Sitting detached upon her moonlit throne
Yet with the butterflies, birds and flowers,
in blithe hues, she's never, in truth alone.
Mother Nature's pearly in midnight hours,
Lost in vivid dreams of sunshine bowers!
Dark and tranquil is night, under the moon,
And she wears flowers in her hair, in June.
Fragrances from many blooms fill the air,
as redbirds invade dreams with silky tunes,
and glitter and pearls light the velvet chair.