Flowers
Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern,
does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern?
Lilly pads such flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs.
Monet’s favorite plant at his Givenchy bog.
Orchid. This word becomes a lyric in a beautiful song.
A flower that is elegant, tranquil, and calm.
Wisteria eminates from little pea shaped blooms,
giving off a lovely, lavender perfume.
Echinacea, “Gazuntite”
A cousin to the daisy, whose name sounds like a sneeze.
Lovely on a table with a crumpet and some tea.
Rhododendrons, so large, pink and scarlet.
A shrub that’s thick and quite exotic.
Snapdragons are not dangerous at all, they often bloom right into fall.
Those ruffly, curly, open leaves, beg " Come in for lunch, honey bees"
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2024
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