La Fleur

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    La Fleur

    La Fleur

    Dahlia's bloom unaware...
    Without a care...
    The GhostMoth looms...
    In the afternoon...

    Enchanter's Nightshade tiny, small...
    Flowering until the fall...
    Attracting many birds and bees...
    Then clinging burrs become the seeds...

    Narcissus, jonquil, daffodil...
    In a vase upon the sill...
    In Wales you might hear one say...
    I wore one on Saint David's Day...

    Ivy clings, it grows, it climbs...
    English, Boston, curlies, vines...
    Adorned on Wrigley Fields wall...
    Responsible for ground rule double calls...

    Sweet William brilliant purples reds...
    Growing in the flower beds...
    'Crimson Velvet' 'Ruby Moon'...
    Brightening up the afternoon...

    Embrace the garden one and all...
    In spring and summer early fall...
    She'll bring you light, joy and bliss...
    A source of endless happiness...

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    bknight’s Poems (8)

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