Bunches of buttons
Some old and some new
Worn in a fashion
That best describes you
Whether yellow, or orange, silver, or blue
Some with four holes
Most have just two
Designer buttons
To pick through and choose
Then sew them on tight
Because they’re easy to lose

Amber pedals mixed with gold
Picturesque, truth be told
Something simply beautiful
In a world that can be cold
Yet, they still rise and bloom
On sunny afternoons
In the spring they’re free to roam
Along a country road
And wave to passers by
On the highway to the sky

Wrapped in diaphanous robes
and lush lavish lace
Soft as the skin on her beautiful face
****** and sensual are pleasures we seek
Bound not to tell, are the secrets we keep
Unless on the pillow, where the truth never lies
There’s more to what’s there, than meets the eye

Sunshine on a myriad of sunflowers
Stretching out and rising
to endless bright blue skies
Happy lengthy flowers
In a yellow pedal sea
Existing on this planet
Just like you and me
Fields and fields of blossomed belle
Enamored with the sun
Basking in its radiance
Each and every one

He was catharsis with his paintings
He creatively reached release
Then he’d infuse it with the paints he used
And he painted what he pleased
Whether landscapes or a portrait
Or an abstract just the same
All express emotions
Like the love, the joy, the pain

A flower grows through concrete
A kitten wanders by
It’s now fixated on the flower
Without rhyme or reason why
The kitten smells a fragrant scent
It paws the flower near its nose
To get another subtle whiff
Of what was posing as a rose 🌹