Dappled and Quiet
an assemblage of flowers are cascading in painted hues
all tumbling and weaving saturated in color and light
and I listen while my redolent garden murmurs for me
wait- I whisper till I finish my morn' prayers ...
my hair is a flowing pale river in the dew of morning
and my gown is diaphanous and gossamer in the light
as I meander lissome the labyrinthine of my garden
like a colored butterfly in dalliance of a place sumptuous
and among flowers soft as thoughts I am distant as an island
oh, a dying flower hangs her head as I stroke her withering petals
and the flowers sway and dance for me in utter happiness, and
from hanging pots vines are creeping, climbing and clinging
oh, the wildflowers overflow with joy threatening to take over, and
a tropical orange flame hibiscus for Buddha meditation inspires, and
herbs, herbs, herbs tangled, plunge from window boxes sublime
as trailing things soft as a spider web and planted with love thrive
oh, listen as mellifluous birds sing music for my soul and spirit
and clouds sail across the blue sky and my garden sighs ..
dappled and quiet ..
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August 12, 2021
Poetry/Imagism/dappled and quiet
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1380-465-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand You Choose
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/12/2021
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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