flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.
Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
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Spring's latest colorful fashions are out,
All along the winding, lush garden walk.
Pastels and darks in a season turnabout,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk!
All along the winding, lush garden walk,
There are blooms both large and small,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk,
As trumpet vines wander the stone wall.
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butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green days like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
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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,
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Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
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warmth floods over me
when blue flowers are climbing
sage red rose timing
sitting on the stairs
in sweet caress of warm winds
gold noon never ends
sitting among scents
under lemon chiffon clouds
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flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
As I sit in sunbeam pearls,
My gemmed dragonfly visits, noon.
Warm regards from red, butterfly world!
Purple birds' sing summer tune.
Fairy and dragonfly visit,
sitting on my silk sunflower.
Joy and magic of the hued minute!
Birds flit the plum tree bower.
I am a daisy in a field
You've seen me many, surely
A great mural between the blades
I am for calming, purely
Think of how serene
Your lover makes you feel
A simple circle, cycle so,
With them, the Earth is real.
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