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Among the the floral sea of pastels and petals
The fairy folk flutters alight in the gentle breeze
Colors of spring array as morning dew settles
Life's renewal from cruel winter's deep freeze

Tending and working hard for every natural thing
Fairy people minister to mother nature's gardens
Melody rising, carries above canopy as they sing
Giving attention to every manner of care, regarding

Smiling down, looking upon her happy caretakers
Mother Nature gives a quick wink of her approval
Cheers so jovial abound the animals to their makers
Love's color of soft rouge twinkle as a magic jew'el

In a world so balanced in an array of majesty
Comes, springtime friends to heal Earth's wounds
Life gives and takes within perfect align infinity
Gathers spirits thereafter soothing under the cool moon
Word count134. Spring inspired.
Nick Moore Mar 16
Discovery
Of The
Garden,
Where we merrily played,
For a time.

Ignoring the voice
(We could be so bold)
Calling us back,
Into the fold.

The game's continued,
For a while,
But the fun it held,
Started to decline.

The garden
Became the only place,
Nowhere else existed,
An illusion was born,
The individual.

The individual
Sat alone, and very soon,
Sadness came to join.

Sadness grew and grew,
Until the thought was born,
Time to return to the place,
We once called
Home.
If I were not old
I would paint the house
and shore up the insulation.
I would go out and **** the garden
and cut down brush and vines
that have taken over the yard
and suffocated my flowers.
I would put in a metal fence
and plant roses around it.
But I am too old for that
and I may die here one day,
in a darkened room, caught
inside the crumbling plaster,
whose windows are covered by ivy,
which reaches its fingers across the walls.
It is almost as if the errant plants
strive to imitate the flowers
I used to bring inside and
place in bouquets to brighten
my world, no matter how small.
I shudder to think what will be,
now that the flowers are gone.
The idea of painting the house came from a line in a film; a man was asked what he'd do if his situation were different (can't recall what it was) and he said "I'd paint my house'. I identified with that and the frustration of not being able to do it. Then it veered off into aging and death, and I just followed my errant thoughts--it's foolish to ignore them!
Many things sparkle
Within

A lavendar iris
Garden

Petals sweetly kissed
With Midnights rain
Honey

Swaying hip within hip
Sigh upon sigh
Beside the Luminous lakeshore

Reynaldo Casison
Immortality Mar 8
The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.
I remember the full moon night last year, lighting up my terrace. The flower plant looked sooo beautiful!!
One flower was shining exceptionally bright, its face turned up toward the moon, as if it was shyly glancing at it.
Such a magical moment it was!
MetaVerse Mar 5

Two crocuses
Have the whole garden
To themselves.

The mousetrap
Is snapped shut
And empty.

Lal601948 Mar 4
My garden's full of daffodils.
Each border is a-groan with them.
And so are all my windowsills!
This sea of yellow flows and spills
Around, about each stalk and stem.
My garden's full of daffodils
Up to their ears in yellow frills!
The garden's quite an anadem.
And so are all my windowsills!
Not narcissi! No! Nor jonquils!
Or flower as dignified as them
My gardens full of daffodils
Each tidy border overspills
Blazing with ochre meristem
And so are all my windowsills!
The twentieth vase this arm full fills
I shall not plant this bulb again!
Mat garden's full of daffodils
And so are all my windowsills!
Lal Lewis (c) 2000
A Vilannelle
Kiss me now
As the rain come down on us
Feeling your body, lemme
fantasize tonight
I’ll fulfill your dreams and together
we stargaze
I loving happily
Come here and fantasize on me
Go half on a child with me,
Go half so I can be papì

I want the chance, to prove
I really care
I want the chance, to show
Im really their
I want the chance, to prove
I really care
I want the chance, to show
Im really their
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