Allamanda, Our Trumpeters

Opening my eyes after a night long rest I cuddled in my soft cushiony bed And looked outside my sunny arched windows. The glorious king was lazily greeting My cottage garden laden with white garden chairs Around the green lawn glistening with the night's dew. My heart warmed and a smile curled up my lips To see my burgundy and yellow allamandas Rioting my curved casements. After devotedly worshipping their sun's majesty They embrace the fresh monsoon breeze To gently swing to its tune. My blooming buttercups wait rapturously For me to potter around and rest Beneath their intoxicating fragrant bowers. Then full throated they blow Scrolling open their gold and purple trumpets Towards the glowing eastern horizon. The frail winged butterflies And the feathery curved billed sunbirds Welcome their invitation to excavate Their juice filled syrupy tunnels Prepared overnight for their little creamy bellies, Thus keeping the trumpeters continuously obliged. I lay out my table with my pearly lace tablecloth Pull my white garden chair to watch Blissfully the honeysuckles joining the guests As they pop in and out their beaks sipping their nectar While I sip my aromatic coffee from freshly ground beans, Life meant no past, no future, just the present to behold. December 22, 2015 Contest: Theme # 2 Flowers Sponsor : Skat A