Face the Music
My summer garden revealed gay pansies with faces,
As the scarlet tanagers flew roundabout singing.
A rapt audience, the flowers beamed in all places,
In the hour that golden butterflies were winging!
I sat myself on the porch swing, already in motion,
And I smiled to see pretty faces turned up to me,
As I smothered joyful in sunshine sound explosion,
In an irresistible pause for midmorning's beauty!
Written on 12/31/2020
For: Podium placing promise(2) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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