Thursday, August 8, 2019

Floral Wonderland


A caressing of leaves
like a quiet clapping of hands
and a halt as the rushing breeze curtails.

The sun beams downward
forcing freckles of light to
appear on stones
shed warmth on my skin
the left of my brow
skin thirsty for light
mind hungry for a relinquishing of troubles
a re-weaving of undone peace
knotted threads
a quest for serenity
if only for a moment.

A monarch butterfly of amber and black
flaps it delicate wings above
small purple flower buds that
bubble toward the sun
reaching as high as they can
like arms of a toddler
asking to be held.

Plump bumblebees with a flower addiction
next to white puffs
cone-shaped florets
long skinny whiskers
and tiny green fingers.

Heart-shaped pancakes expose their flat faces
beside bright yellow blooms
with dark bristled centres
and an agile fly on top.

And there I see it
the fairest of them all
a tall slender firework popsicle
with unborn children dancing below.

Oh, but the baby daisies are just as sweet
as their sunny centres burst brightly
between twenty white petals
as if to say
I'm not a weed!

Spider-like legs splay outward on the tops
of the violet corn-on-the-cobs
next to sad-looking echinacea imposters
and branches with no hope
of ever being as beautiful as the 
honey bee and orange bug
sucking pollen out of the lilac puffs.

It's obvious the dragonflies are having the time of their lives
and that the puny orange hummingbird-wasps are pretty happy too
as they should be
living their simple, purposeful lives
a present moment dwelling
with no past or future
besides the death that awaits
a shrivelling of crispy red leaves
a slow fall to the ground
before blooming brightly again
in this floral wonderland.

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