I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.
My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored of neon nights;
And I had forever been this way, as sable beauty is seen in a different light.
I was an eager connoisseur of coffee, and we offered so many rich varieties,
Underneath the pink, hoot owl moon, like lush offerings under papaya trees.
Friends and I were like night and day, and we had wild times when we could,
......
fresh in cool sunbeams
a lovely autumn flower
sunshine patriot
days are growing short
but rich blossoms yet give joy
butterflies come round
momentary bliss
becomes the heart's memory
......
sheltered in the blooms
a refuge in calm arbor
soundless, with lush scents
a cool, green respite
like frogs on jade lily pads
I may never leave
noonday's crimson heat
cannot find my safe haven
......
in park like beauty
tidy hedges and prim blooms ~
elegant wildness
“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...
Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...
......
I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.
My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored of neon nights;
And I had forever been this way, as sable beauty is seen in a different light.
I was an eager connoisseur of coffee, and we offered so many rich varieties,
Underneath the pink, hoot owl moon, like lush offerings under papaya trees.
Friends and I were like night and day, and we had wild times when we could,
......
Scurrying people
windy city wind whistling
Wet animals flee
Blue thunder, silver slick streets
Hued blooms close their perfumed rooms.
I am not going to wait for you to get ill
Or to die to send you bouquets of flowers
Right now is the time to make you feel
That you’re loved amid the rain showers.
You are deeply loved my beautiful lady
You are always in my mind, in my thoughts
One day does not pass by without the lust
The love of you, under the shadow of my tree.
......
Oh! No. I won’t wait until you’re seriously terminally sick
Or to expire in order to send you bouquets of ritzy flowers
Today is indeed the time, the hour to stand above the big brick
To show my love amidst the hubbub of seasoneless showers.
You are profoundly loved, dear colorful and calm princess
You are always on my mind, in my guts, my heart and my soul
You are always on top of the unbiased poll, on my pole
And I love you with an incredible passion since you are the best.
......
the plump raindrops fall
glad blooms drink their age-old wine
sunrise colors soon