Meadow
into my garden of meadowed delight
where honeybees buzz their finest tunes
and fireflies court among the blooms.
Dandelions dance and delightfully sway
where ladybugs pretend to play
upon the dew-washed, wettest petals
of harmless, warmest sunshine yellow.
Peering out, shy sky-blue aster
greets his sky-high, smiling master,
along the stream where daisies sing
serenades of an amazing spring.
Daffodils bow to each their kin
as drifting clouds softly saunter in.
Robins whisper tales of worms to nestlings,
sniffing whiffs of gentle breeze, refreshing.
Tearful iris mourns her pitiful loss
of a bud trodden softly upon moist moss,
trampled by a summer lover's lust gone wild,
or some curious, bronzed and joyful child,
caught up in an eve's momentary haste,
tiptoeing within willows solemn still shade.
It is the spring awakening the summer
when crickets hum and caterpillars lumber
across twisted, tendrilled, fragile stems,
winding their wiles beneath tender limbs.
Holly hocks locked about cottony cocoons
bask beneath rays of jasmine June moons,
anticipating spicebush swallowtails
that flitter dusk mists on moonlit trails,
meandering the meadow, beyond the gate
into worlds that simply will never wait.
~P.S. Colley~
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