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Sweet Pea

Grateful endearmentsclustered in a candy cloudchasing away flies Sweet little darlingsbestowing lucky wishescharmingly held true Thank you for reading!

A heart once pliable and softwith the bloom of youth stillwafting sweetness into an open mindnow hard as flint, in self absorbed,avoiding mirrors except to smash themand revel in the shardscrushed sharply under theboot of controlthe picture in the atticwears a knowing smirkdeaf to any echo but its ownneck deep in its ownenveloping paper whiteContinue reading “Narcissus”

Crocus

first flowerhope bringerfrost defiersnow pushershort but sweetsaffron burstsunder footkingly cloththrown overthe golden field wise graceflush of joyspice and dyewith humble purerenewal bloomephemeral asa purse of gold Thanks for reading!

Lotus

sacred seat, re-emergingday by day unscathedwaxed to perfectionshunning defeatwith a nightly dunkin murky waters so I pretzel twist into astate of searchingcontemplation, breath-focusedlooking inward to seeout and beyondto that farther shore Thanks for your time, readers!

Gladiola

Mightier than the swordthese gorgeous stalks piercememory, arranged in cutglass in the tiny London houseawaiting the return ofthe bride and groom Outlasting the tide of realitythey burst with myriadfire upward througha field of knives,spiked-guardians in silentobservation with a stabof passion at the sky Thanks for reading!

Black Eyed Susan

Daisy of the plains, a wash of sunshinein the ditch, beside the highwaywhere the tractors don’t mowin the month of April,letting Susan butter up every eyethat spies her, waving to motorists,blissfully unaware of the punchthat left her named for a shiner Thank you for reading!

Dahlia

strength, in the valley of edible rootsspicy tubers waiting for the thawto reign over the gardenuntil autumn’s last light dignity in a quietly showyface, graced with lacestanding tall a long, longway from the solid ground Thank you, readers! Just a few more flower poems to go. . . .

Foxglove

Fairie tricks ring the dead men’s bellsheartbeat secrets no tongue can tella thimble-full to tame the blooda double dose brings sleeping floodsto tame his madness, deaf with painimpassioned, driven, yellow-faintthe genius Dutchman’s pallet tellswhere myth meets rumor, logic failsbowing woodland hiding placeproud pink trumpets make your face There’s a VanGogh reference in this poem .Continue reading “Foxglove”

Bee Balm

at a bed and breakfast in the Catskills,lost somewhere between 1985and a lump of sorrow in the throat,there it was on the plate:little edible pink petals,next to the fresh scrambled eggs: local cluckers and garden bountyserved by a man whodrifted through timeand opened his houseto the likes of us: two idiotswho later came back withaContinue reading “Bee Balm”

Azalea

I can still hear her voicetalking about them, bloominglike a bright gentle flowerfrom the bushes along the greens and fairwayssweet and slow as asouthern afternoon, spiced uplike the wine-soaked pork chopsand etouffet she loved to make I can still feel her hands,floral with lotion and softas butterfly’s wings, plusalmost as fragile,navigating the click ofknitting needlesContinue reading “Azalea”